Green

I've been playing with the look and design of this blog.  I can't figure out a way to make it any greener.  My favorite kitchen towels have frogs and the words on them say:  Green isn't just my favorite color.  Kimberly asked me what that meant, and I said well a frog is green, so it isn't about liking green, but about being green.  About your identity.
I like all colors, but if I had to give a few up, maroon would top the list and after that coral/salmon pink and rust.  Those last two are the colors my mother thought looked good on me so she bought a lot of my clothes in those colors.  Chevrolet has a rust stock color that makes me grit my teeth.  Sometimes I don't even want to eat salmon because I don't like that pink.
And how do you describe the color of a cow's nose?  Isn't it a combination of pink and brown?  At least it is on Oklahoma cows.
I like nearly every food too, but I won't mind if there are no beets in the new world.  My mother used to pickle them and I couldn't stand the smell.  One time she made me eat a whole one just to make me try it.  I tried to eat it in two bites to get it over with, but the smell made me nauseated, or nauseous, (I confess even though I have three English degrees some grammar rules are like the Chevy color rust, hence I grit my teeth) and up came the beet.  Then I had to clean the floor.
I have never since eaten a beet.
When I interviewed for my job here in Pennsylvania, I was at the breakfast buffet at the Comfort Inn, and there is a big bowl of these eggs they have here pickled in beet juice.  Only, I didn't know that.
I was a little overwhelmed and jet lagged and confused by the fact that everyone working at this hotel was white.  I wasn't sure there were any people here who weren't white.  It kind of scared me.  So on top of that, here is a big bowl of these lavender colored eggs.
I mean a big glass trifle bowl.  They were very pretty, but quite unexpected.  I had never seen anything like them. 
I looked at the white girl refilling the toast and wearing the Comfort Inn apron and said, "Excuse me, but what kind of bird laid these purple eggs?"
You can imagine how she looked at me in return.  She backed up a couple of steps and finally said:  "A chicken."
I had no idea there were chickens who could lay purple eggs.  We didn't have any like that in Oklahoma or Arkansas.
I was thinking today about being made in Jehovah's image, how part of that must be imagination.  I don't mean that I ever question why Jehovah made maroon beets or chickens.  I think it must indicate some godlike quality that a human had the brilliant idea to put a hard boiled egg in beet juice.  To boil an egg to start with.
And I wonder if Jehovah meant for us to cook.  There are some foods that only become edible by the addition of heat.  We cannot digest them without that process.  So did Jehovah mean for us not to eat them?  Were we going to live raw for eternity?
Because all the pictures in the literature of the new world show girls in skirts and boys in khaki pants.  So I can say the governing body does not believe there will be blue jeans in the new world.
When aerobics first became popular, we went and tried them, my grandmother and me.  And she was a pretty good sport about it.  But when we got home she plopped down on the couch and said:  "What worries me, is that whoever invented aerobics is out trying to think of something else."
Who got the bright idea that ham and pineapple belonged together on pizza?  I never bought those commercials about someone eating peanut butter and someone eating a chocolate bar crashing together and inventing Reese's candy bars either.  But someone thought it up somehow.
One time when Kimberly was little she asked me if we would get new colors in the new world.  I said I don't think so.  The spectrum of light isn't going to change.
"But Mommy," she protested.  "What if our eyes work better and we see more?"
Maybe we could use a few more shades of green.