I was hungry today... needed a quick snack from the vending machine. I was in the mood for a pop tart, but the machine had none to offer. Combos caught my eye instead, so I put in the money and punched in the corresponding number. My combo's didn't quite make it away from the vending machine spiral. There they sat mocking me... teetering on the edge of falling.
I briefly noticed the "Do Not Abuse Machine" sign as I started to pummel and shake the machine furiously. The combo package wiggled a bit taunting me to continue. After some strange looks by my fellow employees, I managed to give the machine one big shake.
Out tumbled the combo package... and a Crunch bar too!
[back]I was watching Hannah and Joseph completely ignore all of their toys tonight to play with a cardboard whipped cream crate. Hannah would sit in it with her blanky waiting for me to push her around. Joseph would put in on his back and pretend he was a turtle, or on his head and pretend he was an astronaut.
I remember how fun they were when I was a kid. My mom would bring home a box from the store... my dad would have one from something that he ordered. I even remember when the parents of a kid down the street got a new refrigerator... yup weeks worth of fun playing in a refrigerator box.
So what is it that makes a cardboard box so spectacular? Is there some value in the fact that it is simply box? Maybe it can be viewed as such a cheap toy, that you can have all the fun you want with it.. without worrying about the consequences of it getting completely destroyed. Maybe the realization of it not lasting forever makes it special.
[back]Been sick with some stomach virus since yesterday. All I know is I had some very strange dreams last night. So strange that I can barely describe them... its like describing a feeling. Vivid images of veinular glass, sand cores, dusty blowing sand and grit, items that seem like great ideas, and people trying to make money from of my predicament.
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