Small World

A couple of weeks ago, there were two instances where I was reminded of how small our world is (or maybe just mine). One of my old coworkers from EB had a birthday. I wrote on his wall. Later that day I noticed that a guy that I met at Lake Minnetonka last year also wished him a happy birthday. Weird. That same week I had a friend have a scare (thought her military brother had been involved in a fatal crash in Alaska) I commented on her status. Also commenting on her status was a family friend of ours. Weird.

Things I Can Do

One handed, with my left hand, while holding a baby in my right:
Get a bowl and spoon out
Get oatmeal from the pantry
Measure out oatmeal and water and put into bowl
Microwave bowl of oatmeal
Add chocolate chips and dried cherries from sealed bags
Pour a glass of juice
Bring my breakfast to the table (two trips)

What I can't do: Eat with my left hand