Ode To My Kia Sedona

Maybe someday I’ll put this to music, but for now, here’s my latest poetic composition…

Ode to My Kia Sedona
by Chas Hathaway

I can’t help but thinking
The one I have now’s not sufficient
My old pick,
But not too aesthetic
I’d long since gave up as deficient

The first time I saw you
I knew you’d be mine
You wanted me too
After six months garaging full-time

Reflecting bright
the mid-day light
The hue of the sun’s full corona
A brilliant white
I venture to write
This ode to my Kia Sedona

Your battery,
No flattery,
Made sounds that were clattery
The price to get fixed made me cower
At great cost,
Your defrost,
When came calling Jack Frost
A short wired fuse drained your power

So to the mechanic
I drove you that day
The price made me panic
As I walked irately away

Reflecting bright
the mid-day light
The hue of the sun’s full corona
A brilliant white
I venture to write
This ode to my Kia Sedona

Now camping,
After wilderness stamping
We notice you had a flat tire
Replace it,
Now race it,
A new flat displaced it
Halfway home – I think cars conspire

Back to the shop
Once again you won’t start
Alternator’s a flop
‘Till we save up the cost for the part

In case you’re ideal’s
on a new set of wheels
Before your trip through Arizona
Consider my plight
Get the car that’s right
Just don’t get a Kia Sedona

Making Moments – 4 and 5 November

Making Moments

Tuesday, 4 November 2008

I used to love sitting on the heater vent when I was a kid, so when the heater started up tonight, I grabbed a large blanket and called Lunch Bucket into the room.

Using my head to hold up the blanket, I sat and created a tent. Lunch Bucket loved it. She’s small enough that she had room to move around.

We pulled Toodles in for a moment, but being surrounded by blanket is not Toodles’s idea of a good time. Then Lunch Bucket suggested we get her tent.

Jenni’s parents built a tent for the kids last Christmas. It’s made of cloth and PVC, built just like a teepee.

Wednesday, 5 November 2008

I got to babysit tonight. Lunch Bucket insisted we get out the warm tent again, so we did. As we lay back on pillows, we somehow we started talking about Jesus. Though I can’t recall the exact wording, the conversation went something like this:

“Jesus is nice, huh?” I said.

“Yes. Jesus is nice. Jesus is wearing big white.”

Her pronunciation of white could have meant light, since she usually pronounces Ls like Ws.

“Does Jesus have a lot of light?”

“Jesus has a white dress.”

“When did you see Jesus?”

“I saw Jesus… last night.”

After this she changed the subject and wouldn’t go back to it. I wouldn’t be surprised if Lunch Bucket did see Jesus yesterday. I wouldn’t be surprised if most tiny children see Him often.