Addendum two to day twenty-one
I just had the most depressing disappointment. I went down to the store in south Lincoln to get the oatmeal that I intended to eat tomorrow and they were out. The next shipment was coming in today.
Now in the great scale of things that was pathetically minor. But in proportion to the amount of time I have spent in thinking about eating it, it is huge.
For the past week and a half in my twenty-one day fast, I have thought about that oatmeal. I am not sure why it has occupied such a center of importance, but it has. And I know it got ridiculous.
It is amazing again that something so small can loom so large in your mind. It is like the guy overseas who dreams of an American hamburger to the point that he has it in his mind better than hamburger can taste, then when he gets home and eats one, it is a disappointment.
I know that the oatmeal – a multi grain made up of several different things – could not taste as good as I had made it up to be. But the fact remains that I will not get it.
Ella will make me some oatmeal tomorrow. She will put dates and walnuts and Grape-Nuts in it and it will be great.
But nothing will ever again taste to me like that multi-grain oatmeal would have tasted. One of the great wonders of the world has slipped through my grasp.
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