I finally decided that even if I‘m not ready to sleep, I’m sure my parents are.
So I shut off the sewing machine.
And went into the kitchen to grab a handful of grapes before heading upstairs.
I like grapes.
My parents were a part of the grape boycott (ask for details if you don’t know) for a good part of my childhood. We’re talking until I was about 12. About the same time we got a TV, actually. (no channels just movies still).
I always liked grapes, and this constant deprivation infested me with a love of grapes.
I will eat them until I am sick.
I will stuff them into my cheeks if I can’t carry enough.
Thankfully I’ve learned to control this (along with other things).
It makes me sad that I will soon probably be too poor to choose to buy grapes on a regular basis. Ha ha. That’s ok. My love of grapes has been replaced with a different love: that of Corey. But you all knew that.
I just wanted to share my love of grapes with you too.