Sunday, February 23, 2014

A Horse, Of Course, Of Course.

You see a small child perched on a young man's shoulders. A toy T-Rex is being held next his face. The child's smile is wide, and his blonde hair hangs down, shaggy. The man below is also smiling, his dark hair swept to the side.

Quentin yelled, "Yee haw!" as he rode on my shoulders. He had just turned two the weekend before, and I was in town to pay my little nephew a visit. His T-Rex--a toy received at the birthday party that the snow prevented me from attending--walks, roars, and serves as a nemesis in the imaginary world of the toddler.

Saturday, February 22, 2014


Growing up in Longview, the sight of snow fall was cause for celebration. "Hey guys, it's snowing! It's snowing!"  Us children gathered around the window, our teacher joining us for a moment before instructing us to take our seats.

Snow represented something fun, something exotic. It meant the possibility of school being cancelled or delayed. It meant snowball fights and building civilizations of snow people. It meant coming back inside, ice melt dripping down the backs of our necks, and sipping a big mug of hot cocoa piled high with mini marshmallows—even if the mix had those little dehydrated marshmallows inside.

Now that I'm older and live in a place where snow is as common as the lentil fields, it has lost its magic. Responsibilities have made snow feel like a nuisance. When Siri tells me about the snow falling in her cold, sterile voice as I roll out of bed at 4:30 in the morning, I groan instead of cheer. It means I have to warm up my vehicle, and brush off its exterior. It means having to wear boots instead of being able to just slip on my Vans. It means having to shovel and salt the walkways when I get to work.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Chocolate-flavored Breakfast-style Shavings

Cinnamon Toast
is a real breakfast item.
Cinnamon Toast Crunch
makes sense.

French Toast,
is a real breakfast food.
So French Toast Crunch
made sense.

There is no Chocolate Toast.
This isn't a thing that exists.
Nutella Toast is a thing,
but that's not quite the same.
When you try to sell me
I cringe.
My suspension of disbelief
can only go so far
I shake my head and walk over
to the Grape Nuts.