My capacity for winter is rather full right now. Suffered through an absence of heating all yesterday afternoon and evening while technicians replaced components in out heating/cooling system. And there was a sufficiency of cooling, at least in the vernacular since cold is most properly a term that can only be used to describe sensation, lacking any thermodynamic meaning, a fact oblivious to bogs and I have discovered to some technicians. Happily the heat generation and transport was restored about an hour before I retired for the evening. And I did loose body mass equivalent to a couple of pounds weight.
Then this morning I listened to a podcast that described the problems, both for parents and children, of getting adequate sleep as an adolescent. One more thing that neither my parents nor I knew when we were parenting. And I suspect orthogonal to many parents today, especially the bogs who act as if schules are child tending services. I know I had sleep difficulties when I was in high schule, mostly because of the high density of interaction, occasional bullying, my mother’s cooking, and, evidently, puberty. I actually did better when I got to college because I could then take naps whenever I could get back to dorm, or find a place to squirrel up, although I did take quite a bit of ribbing about that which was quite harassing.
Being an introvert then was difficult. It is still difficult. In my view much more difficult today given the density of social contact imposed by the educationalists and the extro view that any introvert is a violent potential terrorist.
I also noted this cartoon: [Link]
yesterday and it brought forth a flood of reminiscence.
When I was a bairn I ate milk cereal, that is, dry cereal that one added sugar and milk to consume as a breakfast. I was primarily a Rice Krispies (R) consumer, at least partly with the hope that they would be combined with marshmallow to make cookies – a rare event and one neutered these days by their common availability in a degraded form. Or was it the immaturity of my taste buds. I did sometimes consume raisin bran but that was inferior because it soggied, if I may use the term, more quickly.
I ceased eating cereal in adolescence when adulthood kicked in and my body ceased secreting lactase. This is a normal, i.e., unmutated, human adult situation and recognized as such everywhere except in (at least) Nawth Amerika where it is viewed as some strangeness aking to a hare lip or albinism. People with this normality are generally persecuted, especially if they are coffee drinkers, because almost all fooderies serving coffee steadfastly refuse to provide non-lactase coffee whitener.
My reaction manifests primarily as diarrhea rather than flatulence so there is some benefit in occasionally consuming lactose foods although I do not consume milk cereal any more due to a general aversion to its texture and absence of taste. I have however developed an affection for oatmeal, which can be made without milk. I know my mother made oatmeal but poorly, producing oatmeal with poor texture. And we were not permitted to smooth it with syrup. I am fairly confident this was an imitation of the state of oatmeal in her childhood. Almost no one will take to time to make good oatmeal any more, especially instant. The action – energy-time – investment is too great. I have discovered that one may now purchase, after a good bit of search, instant steel cut oatmeal and I have perfected a reasonably rapid technique to prepare it in smooth form. Add a bit of maple syrup and the result is excellent on a day like today (33 degF) without meaningful comparison to milk cereal.