90 Days of Summer, Too Many Days of Winter

It is almost summer, officially. The negatives to me about the beginning of summer, though it is the longest day of the year, the days will then begin getting shorter, and we are getting closer to fall, which I despise, and worse, we are getting closer to winter, which I loathe. But I look for the positive and live for the moment. If I worry about fall approaching, I cannot enjoy the fun of summer. The first day of winter is of course the shortest day of the year, but the days get longer from there. Which is the only thing that makes winter bearable.  I see each day as one more day closer to spring. 

No Captain Fred

I have never been a big cereal eater. I eat cereal, sometimes more than other times. When I do, I try to get something at least sort of healthy, maybe with fruit or fiber. You sometimes hear stories or see memes where people will talk of the “good ole days’, where they would sit with a bowl of cereal on Saturday mornings and watch cartoons. I too watched Saturday morning cartoons, but usually it would be with my favorite staple breakfast food, red link sausage, toast and grape jelly, sometimes with an egg. (And a vitamin or such) My mom had a special knack for preparing this for me. Oh, I tried to like cereal, the fun looking cereals advertised on TV, the captain’s cereal, maybe the prehistoric man’s cereal, the sweeter, the better. Not to mention the generous amount of sugar I might add on top of the gallon of sugar already included. No wonder I never acquired a taste for cereal. I was not having cereal; I was eating a bowl of sweet milk with a few flakes of corn or rice flakes. Probably my main attraction to cereal was the toy inside. Once I found that, the cereal had served its purpose for me and was no longer needed in my life. I miss the simpler times when my biggest issue on a Saturday was the cartoons were over for the day, or my bike tire had a flat.