to build a fire

It was a frigid 86 degrees out (not kidding) so we decided that we needed to gather round the campfire for warmth.  My brother made it in his backyard after dinner, it was really nice.

I love a good fire, it's like a lava lamp.  There is something so soothing about watching the flames and the embers.  And nothing satisfies the soul like giving a fire a good poking.  My brother uses a golf club sans head for a fire poker.  My sister made fun of me for my obsessive poking, until I gave her the poker at which point she immediately started jabbing it in to the fire like her life depended on it.

As the fire continued it eventually got this really cool bed of embers on the bottom.  They of course made me think of one of my favorite stories of my childhood; the time when I stood in hot coals.  We went to the beach when I was a toddler and I guess there was a pile of coals that hadn't been put out.  I walked through them, stopped, and just stood in the burning hot coals screaming my head off.  I don't remember any of this, or the weeks after when my feet were completely bandaged, though there are pictures.  It kind of makes me want to try walking on hot coals now, knowing that i've already done it and survived.  I wonder if my feet are hyper sensitive now.

Oh and if you were wondering where I get my sense of humor here's a video I took that captures my brother being his classic self:

pushing buttons

When I was leaving for the airport this morning at 5:45 a.m. I got all the way downstairs before I remembered that I wanted to bring my Organic Avenue/Tayisha Busay water bottle with me. I went all the way back upstairs to get it and then stood outside of the elevator for like 5 minutes waiting for it. I was thinking, "I can't believe that it's taking this long for the elevator to get back up here, there must be somebody else in the building who needed to leave this ridiculously early". Then I realized that I had pushed the button but apparently not hard enough, and the elevator was there the whole time.

Initially I was irritated, why do I have to press the elevator buttons 400 times before they register? But then I was thinking about it and I feel like being able to push buttons every day would have been my ideal living situation when I was 5 years old. Growing up in the flattest place on earth I rarely ever got to ride in an elevator, so my button pushing experiences were limited to electronics and vending machines.

Now I get to push a button every time I enter or exit my home. That's pretty snazzy eh? Like living in the Jetsons or some shit.