crunchy granola

My ex had an expression he was particularly fond of:

“You see in others that which you despise the most in yourself”

…or something like that.

I saw it tonight, as I took my little grey-haired, Rocket Dog-shoed self down to Whole Foods, the local gourmet health food emporium.

There I, along with my fellow Volvo- and Prius-driving, aging, former hippies, stocked up on over-priced tofu, tempeh, organic veggies and whole grains in bulk, while wistfully eyeballing the hemp clothing. We dutifully bagged our groceries in the cloth bags we brought with us, and made our way home.

I haven’t completely gone over to the dark side, however. My cupboards still contain such miracles of modern chemistry as Double Stuff Oreos, Lucky Charms, gin, and Spaghetti-os, and probably always will.

I ask myself when I became such a Crunchy Granola type.

My kids would probably argue that I always have been.

It’s just never been so OBVIOUS to me before….