Crumbs

Crumbs - my fragmented thoughts

Some people just don't get safety. I saw a man this week, riding his bike next to a major street. He had a helmet. It was hanging on his handle bars.

I also saw a girl with a full (knee down) hard cast on her leg. She was riding down a hill on a scooter. I imagined what her parents' reaction would be to that.

I don't understand how people can be so knowledgeable about food allergies and still not have a clue.

This week I went to the deli, by myself, to grab a tuna sandwich. I asked the man behind the counter if they used peanut products. He said, "Nope." I explained that my son has a severe peanut allergy and we don't eat out much. His response was, "Oh, that is so common now. It isn't a big deal these days." I was a bit taken aback. So, I asked him if he made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. His answer, "Oh sure we do. It's a great option for kids."

I went to register my kids' for school this week. I had emailed the district back in May and had received an email response that the district takes food allergies seriously, that they don't serve peanut products in the lunch line and that the schools have a peanut free table. When I went to register, I found that the school we are zoned for has - nada- not one thing in place for a food allergy kid. When I mentioned that I'd like a peanut free table, a response I got was, "Well, he'd be the only kid sitting there." Oh boy.

This morning, my 3 year old daughter asked me to buy her (play) kitchen back. It made me recognize that she really doesn't understand what's happened. I think she thinks I sold it in the garage sale I had before we moved. Hold on, baby, just one more week and we will get our stuff back.

Apartment living is interesting. There are so many different kinds of people in an apartment building. I may be wrong but I don't think neighborhoods are as diverse. I've been people watching -just a bit. Of course, I am sure that people are watching us, too. Lord knows they can hear us.

I am finishing up a short book called "White Rabbit." I am reading it because my daughter (my 3 year old) picked up the book because it had a rabbit on it. Isn't that funny? I walked the aisle back and forth, back and forth (because with all 4 of the kids sitting on chairs at the end of the aisle, I couldn't go far) trying to figure out which books to chose. She likes a book based on the cover and I'm reading it. It isn't half bad, either. It's about a quirky 88 year old lady and it makes me miss my grandmother. The bunny on the cover is cute.

Last year I kept my birthday off of Facebook. My thought was, the people that really know me, know my birthday. I was lovingly chided for not listing it. I think my husband may have even posted it was my birthday in his status. This year, I posted it. And, people have been wishing me Happy Birthday off and on today. It's confusing. My birthday isn't until tomorrow. It says so at the top. I keep checking to make sure I got it right. And that's how I know I'm old. I keep checking to see if I listed my birthday correctly. Oy vey.