Routine

Today is a day of returning to routine. Every Wed. morning Dad volunteers at the Family History Center in Bountiful, but the center has been closed for the holidays. It opens again today. And today the neighborhood kids return to school. Last night I had this strange feeling come over me. I realized it was coming from my childhood days. I used to hate going back to school after summer vacation or Christmas vacation. So much so that I would get sick and throw up almost every time. (I didn't get sick last night, but still had that strange feeling.) I'm not sure why this was. I really enjoyed school and always had a lot of friends. I suppose it was just the idea of change. This last fall was the first time since Samantha started school that we didn't have one of our children going back to some sort of school. That was real change. Now we have lots of grandchildren going to school and I think of them every time a vacation ends.

Alex asked why we always had Cheerios and never something exotic like Ghostbusters cereal. I tried to be a little bit health oriented. Somehow I felt it was better to feed you the sawdust in Cheerios than the sugar in Ghostbusters. Alex always loved Trix. If he was at the market with us, as we approached the checkstand he would often say, "oh, we forgot the Trix." Do you remember that we used to put little boxes of that kind of cereal in your stockings for Christmas? Alex's was always Trix.

But it wasn't always cereal. We had boiled eggs a lot. Some of you liked soft, some hard. French toast was a favorite, usually saved for Saturday. Now that we're so health conscious we have to check carbs and fat and everything else before we can think of buying it, let alone eating it. It's made me have to wear my glasses when I go to the market without Dad.