Captives Log, June 5th

It's pouring.

Yes, you read that right it's June 5th and it's pouring. Like full on rain jacket with hood required, pouring. In other words it's a morning for oatmeal and hot tea. Now that's not to say I don't eat oatmeal when it's not raining, I eat it about half the mornings of the week. But today especially calls for oatmeal. When I was a little girl my mom used to wake up early on rainy mornings and make us oatmeal, of course in those days it was loaded with brown sugar and butter and a little bit of milk around the edges. Most kids hate oatmeal, but those were my favorite mornings. It might even be why I love the rain so much (sorry mom you might be a contributing factor to me moving to Seattle). 

So this morning I made my oatmeal and loaded up with cinnamon, coconut oil and xylitol (I've been off sugar for over 8 weeks) and added my secret ingredient... salt. Who knew that optional pinch on the recipe on the back of the Quakers box was actually a good idea. I also made myself a cup of Earl Grey tea. I learned the other day that Early Grey is supposedly a grandmother tea, meaning only grandmothers drink it. This kinda makes sense, I've always known I was an old soul... If only I had time to get my needlepoint out (not kidding).

Regardless as I sit here watching the rain fall, and savoring my tea and oatmeal, I'm a kid again. I'm curled up on my couch with the people I love most in the world with the rain as my soundtrack. They were rare times in Southern California and I treasure them now perhaps just as much as I did then.