Becoming whole through family life. Desserts help.
My friend, Bonnie, talked her older brother into purchasing a six-pack of Michelob beer, a big win for teen-aged girls. To add to the drama, Bonnie was told to go at a particular time to a particular city field and find a particular tree where the beer would be left for pick-up. Like pirates searching for treasure, we nervously roamed as the sun set. Finally, Bonnie announced, “That’s the tree” as she ran ahead to claim her gold. Just as quickly she said, “It’s not here!” Disappointed, someone asked, “Are you sure that’s the right tree?” She replied, “I’m positive! There’s only a six-pack of Rolling Rock here!”
Bonnie died in her thirties. At her funeral, we gathered to cry, pray, and honor her. We told so many stories, including the above, and laughed remembering her reaction. I’m sure we teased her unmercifully, when it was confirmed that her brother couldn’t get Michelob and got Rolling Rock instead. So many stories bittersweet, like beer.
Nobody asks my husband why he enjoys a good beer. I don’t know why people ask me. The above story encompasses much of my answer. Beer is connected to some of my favorite life memories. I remember happy, laughing, friends and family. Beautiful and handsome faces flash through my mind when I hold a beer in my hand. And there is more.
As a Catholic, beer isn’t prohibited. My soon-to-be son-in-law gave me a bottle of the exceptional World Class Westvleteren XII for Christmas. Score! Made by Trappist Monks.
Speaking of Belgian beers, I love them. Gulden Draak opened my eyes to the international beer scene. Beer is a fascinating topic to discuss with international friends. A global unifier. Almost as good as soccer.
Here in Phoenix, it’s all about excellent craft beer. I’m ready for a Four Peaks Arizona Peach as soon as the weather warms. From Coronado to San Antonio to Denver, craft beer is a great way to socially engage in a local community.
There’s little better than an ice-cold beer at a ballgame, and how my love for baseball and beer dance together deserves its own post soon.
I’m at a season of life that affords me the luxury of beer. I can afford it. Abstaining during pregnancy is in my past. I appreciate the aesthetic of beer. My body benefits from it. I’m able to enjoy just one. I have time and space to be creative. I’m comfortable in my skin; I don’t need beer. I still love Rolling Rock. It’s a good season.
As Bruce Springsteen isn’t for everyone, neither is beer. Yet, I hope everyone finds a simple and life-enhancing beverage to enjoy.
What’s your? Cheers!
Gray Stripe Earned: Claim and enjoy simple pleasures that fit one’s life in a special and positive way.