Transplant Athlete
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
  Rice Krispies

I've been eating a lot lately, I'm chalking it up to the weight training revving up my metabolism because I'm not gaining weight. I sat down to watch "Bones" with a bowl of Rice Krispies and the taste brought me right back to my childhood.

When I was a child (around 4 or 5), I remember my grandparents stopping by the house on a Friday night and picking me up. Then we drove down to their bungalow in Lake Hopatcong in a blue mid 70's Thunderbird. The kind of car you could land a plane on the hood and sit three across comfortably in the front or back. We'd get to the bungalow after dark and walk down a path to get to the front door. The lot was only 25 feet wide and the house was just a couple feet thinner. The lot sloped from the road down to the house and then leveled out over the septic tank, then another steep slope before leveling out at the shoreline. I forget how much my Gramps had paid for it but I'm pretty sure I spent more on my first new car and when he sold it, he got about as much as I paid for my house.

I'd usually be up past my bedtime and hungry, Grandma would fix me a bowl of Rice Krispies, of course I put a lot more sugar in it back then. We'd sit on these greenish-blue ultra scratchy 70's couches with a funky pattern and watch TV and I'd chow down on my Rice Krispies. There was only one bedroom if you could call it that. In later years, it was a bedroom/laundry room/storage area. There was one main heating vent in the floor in the center off the place and it was the best place to sit on a cold morning. The area over the bedroom was a loft that was used for storage. There was a sliding glass door on the back side of the house which lead to a deck made from logs - real honest to goodness logs.

I don't remember anything else from that weekend, except the Rice Krispies and watching TV on the scratchy couch. My guess is that there was swimming and boating (I'll tell you about the "Pink Swan" some other time), cold cuts, and then on Sunday, my grandma would whip up a batch of sauce and a big old pot of pasta.

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I've gone through kidney failure twice. The first time in 2000, my mother donated a kidney; and again in 2008, I'm on dialysis waiting for a breakthrough in immuno-suppression medicines before seeking a new kidney.

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