In praise of the little things

Little things that make me happy:

• positive writing prompts
• Amy being asked to present at the NWP Annual Meeting
• that everyone is able to access the blog already
• that faculty and admin in the COE seem to want BWP here this summer
• air conditioning (except for when my hubby controls the thermostat)
• pictures
• reconnecting with high school friends on Facebook
• reconnecting with friends from 1-4 grade on Facebook (I just received a friend invite from my best friend from 4th grade from when I lived in Apalachicola)
• sand between my toes and a trashy novel in my hand
• watching shark specials on the Discovery channel
• watching The Tudors on Showtime and explaining to Wes all the wrong history in it, particularly the appearances of the characters
• breakfast (when I wake, I'm ready to eat)

Ode to Breakfast

Grits and eggs,

I love the way you blend,

creating a new dish,

one better than either of you alone can be,

the sum definitely greater than the parts.

You brighten my day,

providing energy and happiness with every bit.

Sometimes I crave you so much that I must have you again at night,

breaking the rules,

flirting with taboo.

Toast complements your creaminess with its crunch,

assisting you in all your endeavors.

At noon, if I cruise by Waffle House,

I long for you,

but resist the urge,

limiting my exposure to your charms.

And sometimes when bacon joins you,

it's just too much for me,

and I close my eyes

and savor the moment.

Okay, complete silliness, I know, but it was fun, and fun is important too. Reading "Ode to a Dead Dog" on the E-Anthology yesterday reminded me of odes and how much fun they can be. I started with an ode to air conditioning, then to sharks, and finally decided on breakfast. I do love me some breakfast--Southern, huh?

I read "Ode to a Dead Dog" to Wes last night, and he loved the reference to Red Neckman, which he plans to now use as a nickname for a family member.