Today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt is, “sup.”
Supper is what you have at home in the evening. That’s what my dad called it. He called lunch, dinner. It was a little confusing, since it seems like most people call the mid-day meal lunch and the evening meal dinner. But for dad, lunch was dinner, at least when I was a kid. “When I was a child,” Mom would say, because, “Kids are baby goats.”
Sup has also been used as a verb, as in “Come sup with us.” I had to go look that up to be sure. It seems to refer to sipping a drink. But it works with eating supper, too. Sup also stands for stand up paddling. As in a boat, or paddle board. Not getting paddled like they did when I was in Jr High school. I don’t even want to go there. And of course there’s the slang for for “What’s up?”
Supper is not what we had on our second first date. Seven years ago, I was anticipating a dinner date with my long lost love. He found me on Facebook in June of 2011 after 39 years of no contact. He did not say, “Sup?”
On July 15, 2011, he drove down to North Carolina from Connecticut to take me out to dinner. We went to a cozy pub called Paddy’s Hollow with brick walls and soft Tiffany lamps. We talked about the 39 years since our last goodbye. Then we put the leftover nachos in his rented car and walked along the river.
His kiss awakened feelings I had not felt in a long time. (That’s a line from my book, Trust the Timing.) We watched the sun set behind the trees on the other side of the river.
That night, he called his mom and told her I was beautiful. He also left the nachos in his car over night. Because he was so taken with me. I was taken with him, too and floated on cloud nine for weeks, maybe months.
Every year in July, we go back to that same restaurant to celebrate the anniversary of our second first date with dinner. We don’t leave the nachos in the car. But we like to walk along the river and watch the sunset.
In the winter, we like to roast vegetables in the oven. It makes the house smell wonderful and the dogs drool. Then we eat supper and save some roasted veggies (sweet potatoes, white potatoes, onions, carrots, zucchini, peppers, mushrooms, and whole cloves of garlic) for lunch the next day. Or maybe if we have supper at home the night before, that could make lunch be dinner. Anything is possible in the Stream of Consciousness as in life.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is brought to you by Linda G. Hill. You can learn more about SOCS and “sup” at the link below:
https://lindaghill.com/2018/07/06/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-july-7-18/
Here are the rules:
1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.
2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.
3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.
4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours. Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.
5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.
6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!
7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.
8. Have fun!
July 7, 2018 at 3:00 am
That is the same length of time Jackie and I were apart!
July 7, 2018 at 10:28 am
Oh! I didn’t realize it was the same amount of time! So many changes in those years, but we must have needed them to be ready to meet again. Isn’t life amazing?! 🙂
July 7, 2018 at 12:03 pm
🙂
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July 7, 2018 at 5:37 am
That’s a lovely story JoAnna, and your opening about the different meanings of supper and dinner gave me the idea of how to start my own blog today – so thank you!
July 7, 2018 at 10:45 am
You are very welcome! Many of my posts are inspired by other bloggers so I’m happy to pass this along. 🙂 Thank you for enjoying my story!
July 7, 2018 at 6:22 am
Thanks for sharing this beautiful story, JoAnna.
July 7, 2018 at 10:45 am
My pleasure, Dan. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
July 7, 2018 at 7:57 am
Beautiful.
July 7, 2018 at 10:11 am
Thank you!
July 7, 2018 at 10:08 am
How wonderful to have found each other again. Beautiful story and pictures to go along with it.
My mom also used to say kids are baby goats too. Funny I had forgotten that until I read it just now.
July 7, 2018 at 11:24 am
I guess calling children “kids” was new when our moms became moms. Or maybe they heard the baby goat line from their moms. Now, kid is used more for children than goats. I’m so glad you enjoyed my story. Thank you!
July 7, 2018 at 1:19 pm
Isn’t this interesting? I never knew supper and dinner meant different things until I met my husband. He came from a farming family. I had NO idea dinner was at lunchtime because duh, LUNCH was at lunchtime. Funny how different cultures affect words like this.
July 7, 2018 at 1:44 pm
I know! I wonder how that happens. We can’t assume too much. 🙂
July 7, 2018 at 5:24 pm
We always call the last meal of the day as supper. Dinner is around noon. We’ve kind of gotten into calling it lunch, though. Funny how we use different words for meaning the same things. 🙂
July 7, 2018 at 10:21 pm
It does take some explaining sometimes when we use different words. But that’s what words are for. 🙂
July 9, 2018 at 2:26 pm
🙂 🙂
July 8, 2018 at 12:29 pm
I like that bit about supper and dinner and kids and goats, because that’s how my MIL says things, too. Also, you don’t raise children, you raise animals, you teach children. I always see her point, but it doesn’t change my verbiage on any of these matters. 😛
Love the narrative of romance and the accompanying photos. Lovely times two.
July 8, 2018 at 10:58 pm
Thanks for appreciating these things. I still say kids. It’s mostly when I write “kids” here that I hear my mom’s voice. 🙂
July 25, 2018 at 5:36 pm
lovely story ❤
July 25, 2018 at 11:10 pm
Thank you!