Watt's Up Musings of an original geek

Each morning after running I cool down outside then creep back into the house and have breakfast. I try to be quiet, but I’m not too good at it. [I’ve noticed in the past few posts that I’m not very good at many things – ho-hum] The spoon, a large tablespoon not the dinky teaspoon, always clinks the other silverware. The bowl, a handmade blue large cup with side handle from Blue Hill Maine, always bumps other bowls and the shelf. I place the bowl near the sink, go get the cereal box, and fill it to the top. I brush any spillage into the sink. Then I carry the spoon and bowl to the kitchen table. However, before I set it down I always put down a cloth placemat, again to eliminate noise. Now back to the cereal. For some strange reason I found that I like Raisin Bran. I’ve eaten it for years and years. I don’t get tired of it. I’ve tried many other types of cereal, but I always come back to my Raisin Bran. Now every so often I take a short break and my back up is Post Selects Cranberry Almond Crunch Cereal. Now all this is very interesting, but what is more intersting is that my father also likes Raisin Bran. Could there be an inherited trait that I’ve gotten from my father. Possibly. However, as in any genetic situation mutations can happen. And you know what, it happened to us. My father prefers Post Raisin Bran, whereas I’m a tried and true Kellogg’s Raisin Bran kinda guy. Now what would be freaky is if any of my children become Raisin Bran eaters. Only time will tell.