March 29 - Tomato Tomahto

Yesterday I forgot to finish my Wordle (I think I had like a 100 day streak) and forgot to blog. And I had very good intentions of doing both. I even had my blog topic ready to go. Since it’s the 29th and it was pretty lame of me to not blog with only 4 days left, I’m going to try to do 2 today!

Last night I grabbed dinner with a couple of my favorite people here in Denver. The conversation hit everything from basic catch ups to favorite recent TV shows and books. I had just finished the book Faith by Jennifer Haigh on the plane. It was a pretty quick, super interesting read, but it did have one drawback - it was, among other things, about priest pedophilia. Not everyone’s cup of tea.

Was it historical fiction? Amy wants to know.

No, no. It was made up. But it was based around true events - how in like 2001/2002 everything started to really hit the fan and come out. Like… I paused. Ok you guys, I don’t know how this word is pronounced. Bare with me. The ar-ch-dee-oh-chess-ay of Boston?

They both gave me the blankest of blank looks. And then it dawned on Jenni.

Oh my god, Larkin. Are you trying to say ‘ark-dye-oh-seas’?

If it’s spelled a-r-c-h-d-i-o-c-e-s-e then yes, I am.

That was the end of normal speech for a solid minute as Jenni and Amy absolutely lost it laughing. Yeah, yeah, yeah, very funny. Gosh darn-it Mom, couldn’t we have talked about the archdiocese more in casual day-to-day language?

My sister’s classic word that she always read and never heard pronounced is ‘awry’ (she would say aw-ree). I used to call Yosemite yose-ih-mite. Archdiocese is just another one for the list.