Category: San Gabriel Valley

Goldilocks Hugo

Last week temperatures topped over 100 degrees in our great valley with no sign of reprieve. I’d stand three minutes in the sun and already the oppressive weight of sunlight forced my body to seek the relieving shade. Better yet… air conditioning. I shook my fists at Ra and asked for mercy. 
This morning, as if my please went heard, the temps were cool as if Autumn had finally arrived in the South land. Still, there were just a bit too cold for my Latin genes. I shuddered and sighed for slightly warmer starts to the day. 
My wife was not kind to my carping and as she drove off to work she shook her head in resolved disappointment.

Out Dated

While waiting to meet their new pediatrician my kiddos found an old typewriter to play with. With an office full of familiar toys and coloring books featuring their favorite characters, my children opted to explore the odd machine.

I watched from a fair distance. Seeing their fingers gravitate towards the metal keys and listening to the familiar clack. Like a piano they struck the keys quickly and they felt into a trance like state when the metal cracked against the black rolling pin.

Then my son discovered a piece of paper that bore letters. I think I saw the flash of the bulb go off in his head. “You use this to write words or even sentences” I’m sure he realized.

With their usual melodramatic energy they started the process of figuring out how to insert the paper into the machine and it was at this point in intervened. Without a word I fed the crisp white sheet into the slot and used the crank wheel to move it into place.

As they struggled searching for the letters that made up their names my son exclaimed loudly to his sister. “How did they ever survive with this technology.”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud to the point where they both glanced back in confused amusement.

I don’t know kids. I just don’t know.

Artifact from a Land Before Time