Friday, April 25, 2025

I'm Losing My Bowls

Just to repeat, the title of the blog is about me losing my bowls.  If you look at it quickly you might think it says something else, but really, it's about my bowls.

People lose a lot of things, their keys, their pen, their hair and sometimes people just lose their minds over something.  My wife informed that I am going to be losing my bowls.  Pictured below is one of bowls that I use for cereal. We are not sure how long I've used them, but I think it was after I lost hair on my head.  I think I started using them in New Jersey maybe ten or fifteen years ago.


I am sure you have many questions about this, so let's say you are interviewing me and I am answering all the important questions you have.

You: Why is your wife taking away your cereal bowls? 

Me: According to her, the plastic bowls are dangerous, because the plastic gets in your food.

You: How many of these bowls do you have?

Me: I have three, two are green and one is yellow like the sun.

You: Are all the bowls big like in this picture?

Me: No, it's not as big as it looks, but it's bigger than the other bowls that are not plastic.(see below)


You: What do you like about the plastic ones?

Me: I think they hold more cereal because it's deeper and I think it holds the milk better. And if you drop one of my bowls, it doesn't break.

You: What are the other bowls made of?

Me: She said it was corelle.  I had her repeat it and spell it, I thought maybe they were Cornell dishes.

You: What is so special about corelle dishes?

Me: She said they don't break unless you drop them and then they shatter. I think she meant they don't chip? She was explaining this when we were walking the dog and I couldn't take notes.

You: What else do you use your dishes for?

Me: Just Cocoa Krispies, Rice Krispies, Raisin Bran, Cheerios, and Special K, with strawberries.

You: When will she take them?

Me: Probably when I'm out of the house. First, she'll make a big chicken(a chicken roaster) to soften my loss. Then, she'll put them in a black bag that you can't look into and she'll put them in the garbage can. I won't know until the morning when I reach for my bowl and it's just not there.

I know the end is coming.

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