Shee Wee

is the airbrushed license plate I saw at Publix this a.m. I walked the aisles of the store in search of "Shee Wee," and I never felt confident that I encountered her. Yep, back at Publix this am.. pitiful, but the cave man I live with needs his dino burger....

No sign of Alex. In fact, I didn't run into anyone I knew, which is shocking, unless you count my favorite bag boy, Harold. He actually pays attention to separating the vegetables from the meats, a policy I held fast to in my classroom.

Harold is sixty-five years old and works at Publix to get away from his wife. He's retired army, and apparently since he retired, he gets on his wife's nerves. He goes to work instead of being relegated to the basement or "the dog house," which is his word for the "shop" he has set up "forty five feet from the hen house."

Harold spends time in the "dog house" "sawing, nailing, and creating things for the dump."

His current project is to make his granddaughter a table for her outdoor wedding for the "sand" ceremony. Harold said that he didn't go to his "trailer in Florida" so that he could work on his project.

On the way to the car with my groceries, I educated Harold on this "new fangled symbol" of unity currently the rage at weddings. He said that he asked his wife about it, but that she said, "Humph, it's heathenish."

The Unity Sand Ceremony is known all over the world for its beauty and sanctity. Couples add this ceremony to their weddings as an alternative to the unity candle ceremony because it so elegantly captures the meaning of their two lives becoming one. And it creates a lasting keepsake of that special day.

I googled it and this is the explanation; I wish I knew all this to tell Harold... but my explanation to him was close. It's all good with Harold, I'm sure.

Apparently, there is a unity sand ceremony hotline if you have questions on how to mix the sand. I believe that you can get sand for each "branch" of the family and mix 'em all up. I just know if this were my family that we might have a showdown over who gets the blue sand versus the red sand -- and Lord help the incoming outlaws.

I don't know if it's pagan, but I do know that it's relatively new.

I'm laughing, because all that came to mind to me at the moment is Huck Finn's comment about Mary Jane Wilks: "for a girl, she had the most sand."

In my family, I definitely have the most sand, no matter what color it is or whose sand box we're in.

I'm going to a few weddings this summer myself -- maybe, I shall see my first "Sand Ceremony."
I'll keep you posted, or should I say, I'll keep you blogged?

Note of interest: Apparently Michael Jackson is headed back out on the concert circuit this fall. According to one reporter, hyped up like a toddler with excitement, and I quote, he's "master of the moonwalk, freak show extraordinaire - who doesn't want to see that concert?"

*raises hand*

Uh, me.

Next.

I hope that all my stories do not evolve from Publix. It's hard to know.
I'm retired, you know.

Since Dr. Parrott told me I needed pictures .. here is one couple who seemed to be ecstatic over having just been through the sand ceremony..



Man, that is bliss.


Happy Saturday....

ETA: Uh, looks like on the blog view, you can only get half the picture -- there is a guy beaming on the other side of the girl.
I'll be working out this little kink.