Gorillas and those Damn Hinges!

     One would think there was no connection between gorillas and hinges but oh how wrong they would be.  The connection is me and my Friday.  Gabby called me friday morning and asked if I would watch Samu while they went to the eye doctor.  Of course I did and we had a great morning.  Come noon and lunchtime I knew that we might have a little trouble because for those of you who don't know the great Samu, he is not the biggest fan of eating - especially if there are tempting things to play with all around.  After a give and take conversation I finally got Samuel to want to eat something but then the bigger problem came in what he wanted to eat . . . "Gorilla".  I had NO idea what in the world Gorilla was.  I kept trying to get him to describe what it was but all he kept saying was, "Mia it's gorILLA - GORilla - GORILLA".  We made our way into the kitchen to see if he could point out what it was but again we had no luck in finding the mysterious Gorilla,  what we did find is what would be percieved as a big clue if you were anyone else but clueless me - -the Quaker man.  He found the Quaker man in the pantry and kept saying, "There's the man - Gorilla has the man", but still I could not decifer his code.  Gabby happened to show up right at that moment and they had to leave and I forgot to ask what in the world Gorilla was.  The frustrating conversation with Samuel came rushing back when I was talking to my mother on the phone and I finally asked - "What in the world is Gorilla?", I told her the story and almost instantly she said - - "Gorilla, hmmm - could it be Granola?" - - - - -Ahhhhhh!  I can't beleive that the idea that it could be Granola NEVER occured to me.  Gabby confirmed it later and I laughed and laughed - what a Kid!

     It must have been meant that my day would be filled with frustration because I ended up at Chard #2's house hating whoever in the world created hinges . . .

 . . . those damn hinges!!  This picture is the culmination of my anger of that Friday night in Gabby's garage - - that half inch of space led to a myriad of swear words and laughter as Gabby and I tried to figure out how in the world the hinges on this door worked.  Oh, if you could have been there - right before we finished with the above third try and really thinking that we were finally right - - our cheers of triumph rang throughout the Peterson valley only to later be replaced by the groans of defeat when we actually tried to open the door.  We. Had. Failed.  I was done and thus ended a frustrating day filled with Gorillas and hinges. . .