it's 8:15 am and I'm lounging on the couch, watching the Simpsons and drinking coffee.
it's really good coffee, too. I went to Whole Foods last week to look at their coffee selection and found several different blends from Rembrandt's, a coffee shop in Chattanooga. it's a damn good coffee shop, and they roast their own beans and all. that coffee shop is one of the reasons that I toy with thinking about moving to Chattanooga every now and then. it's such a good city.
but this coffee is really good, which means that I didn't grind the beans too finely, that I got the water to coffee ratio right, that the water was at the right point between simmering and boiling...etc. Anyway, it's good.
but I'm awake and watching TV this early in the morning because I had to go in to open the store this morning. my GM takes the bus and it doesn't run out to Belle Meade until around 7am. and we open at 6:30. I'm closing today...which isn't so exciting because I don't like any of the closers. oh well.
so I left work after James got there at 7, and then decided that I wanted breakfast. so I stopped by Kroger and bought some bacon (because I love it!), some orange juice, bread, and some strawberry jam. I already had eggs and tomatoes. and Mmmm, it was good.
(yeah. so I'm in love, and I like it. btw.)
I've been trying to keep my apartment cleaner lately. a couple of reasons motivate me; for one, Matt's here all the time and sometimes I don't like other people thinking that I'm a slob. for another reason, I've figured out that I actually like being here a lot more when it's clean. makes me feel better.
life seems so surreal sometimes. I wonder why.
okay, I think I'm going back to bed now.
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What's in My Journal (by William Stafford)
Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean
things, fishhooks, barbs in your hand.
But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable.
Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous
discards. Space for knickknacks, and for
Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or to beautify.
Clues that lead nowhere, that never connected
anyway. Deliberate obfuscation, the kind
that takes genius. Chasms in character.
Loud omissions. Mornings that yawn above
a new grave. Pages you know exist
but you can't f ind them. Somebody's terribly
inevitable life story, maybe mine.
1 comment:
I wish you would've figured out that whole apartment cleaning thing about two years ago. I always loved those scones that you made with things like lime and fruit...so good! HAPPY V-DAY to you too!
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