nourishment at home

Today, the great carpet of market promise was ripped from under my Monday feet: Giant Eagle was completely sold out of Grape Nuts Trail Mix Crunch. The thing about GNTMC is that it’s part of my circle, my family, like the good cousin that, while distant, everyone talks about at family functions because she’s the only one with a paying job and hasn’t been to jail yet. Anyway, I bore my girlfriend endlessly with my daily rating of the precise deliciousness of GNTMC, and normally I would go on further about my devastating discovery today, but there is something shimmering behind that empty shelf black cloud. I was able to get this:


Sarah, your phone should be ringing soon.

knife in the trunk

This weekend I was in DC with my mom. We went for her older sister’s surprise 60th birthday party on Saturday night. The party was fun, the company was interesting, but the highlight of the trip was actually the first night. Let me set the scene: The bars had closed down for the night, the grocery stores were dry, and my mom’s trunk was filled with 18 bottles of wine. 18. Alas the hotel did not have a wine key or opener. But after a long Friday night of school and driving, we needed the sweet nectar of a party white.


So we pen knifed it open.

move me

I have been in and out of posting something for about two months now. It seems the hardest to put something on the page when there is the most to say. So instead, I’m just going to move past everything I have to say and hopefully get back to a place where I can find the smaller moments again.

We’ve had a mild winter in Northeastern Ohio. This week is the first full week of snow, actually, which seems both appropriate and intrusive. A few weeks ago, the picture above happened. There is a wall of rocks in my apartment complex. They hang on the boarders of some shoddily interpreted creative landscaping. In the middle of the night, this rock moved right into the parking lot.

In Death Valley National Park there are boulders that move too, though they are far more enigmatical. They’re found in a part of the park called Racetrack Playa, and though they move convincing distances, no one has actually seen them move. There are a lot of theories, but most geologists now think that despite the fact that Death Valley has some of the highest ground temperatures in the world (up to 165F), the flat basin has been known to freeze. If so, theoretically, the boulders could slide:


Anyway, the year has started off with a lot of surprises, I guess, as years tend to, and full of more distances than ever before . But as I was running, and saw that boulder had moved into the parking lot, it made me happy to be part of this mysterious world of the things that are continuously moving. It makes distances seem almost bearable, geological puzzles, nearly solvable, if only for a moment.