Violet had a Pickle from Hogwart's for Lunch!

Hello my dear readers, whoever you might be! I had an absolutely wonderful episode today while at work, slaving away under the hot sun... O.k. nix out the "hot sun" part, but slaving away none the less, I was, when What Did I Spy With My Little Eye(!) but a half eaten pickle sitting very abandoned on the counter. I laughed to myself and gazed about in wonder at the odd coincidence that of all days I should happen to see a pickle, I should but be graced by the near presence of one itself today! So I asked of the two ladies standing by my side, "Where had that pickle come from..." And Violet (the younger and prettier of the two, if I may say so..) turned with widened eyes to look at my eager face cautiously and venture to say in Question's good form, "My lunch....?...." I squealed (yes, embarrassingly enough) in excitement and asked if I could have the privilege of taking a picture of her humble, yet, coincidental lunch so that I might share the coincidence with my dear lovely blog this fine day. She graciously took a picture of it and texted it to me with this lovely header,

"Mmmm made by house elves in the Hogwarts kitchen."

Ah, to be a joyous nerd. *smile* I asked if she had always liked pickles and she said, no, that she really liked to enjoy them at the movies as well as nachos and popcorn. I confessed that I have the horrible talent of being able to consume an entire bucket of popcorn myself and she, kind and gracious heart that she is, told me that is not horrible, that is perfectly normal.=) Did you hear that readers? I am perfectly normal for being able to consume an entire bucket of popcorn all on my lonesome in one sitting! AAAahhhh.... I believe her lunch was a leftover from her midnight viewing of the last installment of the Harry Potter films. I never was a big fan of the films, as I am of the books. But it is still sad to me in a way, that something that has evolved and grown up with me, has come to its end. My generation will know what I am talking about. And by the time my children are grown, if I try to express to them or compare it to the equivalent for their generation, they will not be able to grasp the weight of it. It was sad, Violet said towards the end of the movie, girls were already "Crying(!)" and when the lights came up, everyone got up and left, not with excited voices, nor the hope for anymore of what gave them something to look forward to, but with a somber expression and a quiet voice. It is the end, my dear readers. And it is one of those defining moments that should I happen to see a half eaten pickle in the years to come, I will remember Violet's lunch and the nostalgia we already felt for the end of something wonderful.

Pickle Jar: Working past the pickle jar......

Pickle Jar: Working past the pickle jar......: "O.k...... I have been trying to figure out what to do with my life lately. Who would have ever thought a jar would be meant to contain milli..."

Working past the pickle jar......

O.k...... I have been trying to figure out what to do with my life lately. Who would have ever thought a jar would be meant to contain millions and millions of cucumbers pickled in vinegar...? Looking back on everything, I ask myself the same question: who would have ever thought I would have ended up where I am right now?

There is a career transition workshop I have been attending with my aunt, and at the end of this evening in class a woman stood up to tell her "success" story so far. She said she finally asked God what she was supposed to be doing. She had never asked before. And then, she just listened.

Hearing her, I realized, that whether you believe in a God or not.... to start looking, you have to start asking.. And you have to start listening.

so....

I've already asked "What should I be doing?" plenty of times. So, now, I guess I need to listen more carefully. Ya know, it sounds cheesy, but in the silence there are answers. If I could fit the whole world in a pickle jar, could I carry it in my jacket pocket and take it out to look at it when I get lonely in my wanderings? Goodnight silence, I am off to spend time with dreams.

Pickle Jar Confessions

What exactly are pickle jar confessions you ask?.... Well, I'm not really sure. But I do know it can be used as a metaphor for almost anything. I suppose I have harped on about Regina Spektor's song Reading Time with Pickle long enough; so, the next best thing was to create my own blog about pickles: pickle jars to be exact. No, I am not just talking about any old jar, it is specifically a jar for pickles. It could be empty... It could be sloshing out pickle juice it is so full. But despite it's various states, it is a pickle jar none the less. There is no one pickle jar alike, just like there is no anything exactly alike...But pickle jars all have similarities in common: they are glass, and filled with green pickled cucumbers.

What's not to love?.... Unless of course you don't like pickles... But then again please remember, this blog is not about pickles, this blog is about jars. And who doesn't like jars?... Well, I guess, why wouldn't anyone like jars?....And for that matter, this blog is about how I relate things to jars of pickles. So all the more reason it is irrelevent to reading this blog whether you like pickles or even pickle jars. The only reason you might not find anything to love about this blog is me. And that's o.k.. Some other pickle out in the world will find me loveable and you will find some pickle that you will find irresistable and then this silly question of "what's not to love" will be unimportant. Who cares, if there's something to love or not love.. Well, I do. And that's why I don't buy every pickle jar, and neither should you.

Well, my delectable readers, I am off to go marinate in my vinegar-y thought bubble. If you should see me and my pruny fingers, well..... Then you'll know why I have pruny fingers, won't you?