Today was tough. It was 4.30pm and I hadn’t taken a single photo of anything I love (or, at least, really like). Lovely things had happened earlier in the day – I’d seen friends, the littlest two boys fell asleep in the van and I was able to read twenty pages of a book while waiting to pick up the Gort from school. And, when the Hen was crying in the van because he’d ripped a page from a library book….Percy held his hand.
All this sweetness..and no camera with which to capture it.
(Just for the record, there were also many, many unlovely moments during the day….like Percy screaming for most of our grocery shopping excursion, like the Hen crying in the van most of the ride home, like the Gort ‘cleaning’ the floor of the bathroom……lest anyone think the Johnsons spend their days holding hands in the car-van.)
I was two minutes away from taking a picture of ‘electricity’ (which I love!) when the Gort asked for some yogurt. What do I like to put in my yogurt? Muesli.
The professor has an ongoing bee in his bonnet about the cereal I purchase for household consumption; he uses charming phrases like ‘rabbit food’ or ‘colonoscopy in a box’. We were discussing his failure to eat breakfast the other day when he said something like ‘there’s only rabbit food to eat,’ and I, a wee bit defensive, countered with, ‘no, there’s a box of granola, a box of muesli and [one box of weird cereal].’ And he looked at me, shook his head, and said ‘only my wife would insist those cereals are all somehow different.’ I looked at him, aghast, ‘but they are….crunchy granola with pumpkin seeds, muesli with dried fruit and nuts, and then the weird cereal (that actually tastes pretty good.)’
One person’s rabbit food, is another person’s tasty treat.