United States Supreme Court justice Harry Blackmun. Photo from official public domain Supreme Court multimedia
Every year, on the anniversary of Roe v Wade, I set out to research and read the Supreme Court Opinion and share my own opinion. Every year I chicken out or I get lazy, or something else is more pressing. I know my opinion is sure to anger both my pro-life and my pro-choice friends, many of whom see things through a black-and-white, all-or-nothing lens. As in so many things in life’s journey, this issue a complex one.
But this is an election year, and many people will vote for their President based on his position on this issue alone. So it’s high time I did the research. But first the disclaimers:
You will find no pictures in this post of fetuses, babies, or demonstrators on either side of the divide. I support Barack Obama; I tend to vote Democrat. I am pro-life.
Did you ever buy something you just love and then can’t find it again? Did you ever get so delighted with a purchase that you had to tell someone? Did you ever meet someone who impressed you with his or her commitment to quality? All three things happened to me just before I went on my camping trip. (Spoiler alert: remember last week’s Photo Friday.)
I bought these great pair of flip-flops in Hilton Head. I was attending a conference and the flip-flop sandals were an end-of-season-great-price in the resort gift shop. The flip-flops were $30. On sale. It was 10 whole years ago.
What? You’re probably asking. $30 for a pair of flip-flops? I hate to shop; I’m not that woman who moans when she smells good shoe-leather. (That’s my sister, Deanna.) Still, every once in a while, I decide to treat myself to something purely unnecessary; something that makes me feel pampered; something a wee bit extravagant.
This year, one of the sandal toe-ribbons on my flip-flop broke. Oh how I love that gentle gross-grain ribbon between my toes; no break-in-my-flip-flop blisters to welcome me to summer. Okay, maybe it is time I gave them up anyways. The fabric is getting a little tattered looking.
My 10 year-old sandal; the one with the ribbon still intact. Okay, it IS a little worn out.
Yes, I was wearing the same sandals for the past 10 years. A quick trip in the washer, and dried in the sun, and I am set to go again. Good as new. Lucky for me, the leather Peanut still proclaimed loud and clear: Eliza B. So for $30 over 10 years, that’s just $3 a year. A pretty good deal. One I want to repeat.
