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Coffee Blues

I’m a bit vexed. Most workdays I enjoy a cup of coffee at my desk first thing in the morning. I usually buy it at the café in my building or occasionally make it at home. Always use cream or milk and sometimes eat breakfast with it or before. None of that matters anymore ~ coffee in the morning is now always making me nauseated. I can haz tea with milk no problem, and maybe coffee later in the day (if I want to), but it’s annoying to have to change my habits because my tummy is getting fussy with age. Boo on aging!

Yes, I suppose it beats the alternative. 🙄

There was a time [cue mist machine and piano music] when I could drink multiple cups of black coffee on an empty stomach any time of the day or night. While smoking cigarettes. And wearing red lipstick, high heels, and a raincoat. And nothing else! Okay, I made some of that up.

But I could drink the coffee. That much is true. Oh well. I still have coffee ice cream. Sigh…

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Sharing Is Blaring [SYW]

Some thought provoking questions from Cee

1. A class you wish you would have taken?

Well, this is complicated. I don’t like to wish to change things in my past that might alter the outcome of ending up with my two fab daughters. Silly, since it’s hypothetical, but jinxes ya know oooOOOooo. Okay fine. I wish I had gone to Northwestern like I was meant to… got an acceptance, but had an argument with my mother, and ended up (dons shades a la Joel in Risky Business) at the University of Illinois! Later I finished up at CSUN. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but… waaah. I want the journo or poetry or English lit degree from the great school I was entitled to. 😛

2. Are you scared of heights?

Hellz to the yeah! I’m so terrified of heights I can’t even look at pics from the Italian bridge collapse. It’s technically not the height, but the nothingness that scares me. I also didn’t see Gravity for the same reason. I can work/live way up in a high-rise tower, as long as I’m fully enclosed and feel safe. But I do not go out on a balcony. Just thinking about that makes me woozy. There’s just so much nothingness…

3. Are you a good cook? If so, do you consider yourself a chef?

Who’s judging me? I like what I make, and since I’m only cooking for myself almost exclusively these days, imma go out on a limb (not a high one) and say YES I’m good! I do not consider myself a chef however; that’s waaay too much bother. Would not have the patience for cheffing. It’s only food, for cryin’ out loud. In my mind, slicing up a tomato for grilled cheese is getting fancy. And no, I do not buy silly French cheese for snadwiches. 🙄

4. What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.

Well, I had the pleasure and honor to babysit my new little granddaughter alone for a couple hours so her parents could have a date on Sunday. I figured she’d nap and I could read. Lol. How we forget, eh? Now I remember why I didn’t write novels when my girls were little. Parenting is a full-time job!

The Porch

In New York,
We didn’t have a porch,
But if we did,
We’d have called it a stoop,
A place to hang with the fam,
A neighbor or friend,
Share a joke,
Bum a smoke…
Gossip and watch
The ‘hood for new scoops.

The South, so I hear,
Calls them verandas…
A long slow-moving word,
Like a lazy afternoon
With pitchers of lemonade,
Sweet summer courtships,
Over too soon.
The love seat meant for two
Creaks softly as night comes early.

We had a balcony in Queens,
Beach chairs on a slab of concrete,
Heard all the neighbors’ fights…
Gazed down on city lights,
Couple of plants,
An ashtray for my father,
And then we moved to the ‘burbs.

Finally a patio!
Porches in the backyard–
No one knows what we’re up to.
You can sunbathe nude,
Not that you would
(But you could).
Front yards are quiet, empty;
We grill and chill in private,
Neighbors by invite only.
We don’t miss the porch
We never had.

Songburst

A trio of today’s prompts reminded me of some favorite tunes. Who says we have to wait until Sunday to poast our musical delights? ✨🎶🎵🎶💫

Linger by the Cranberries

You know I’m such a fool for you
You’ve got me wrapped around your finger.
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to, do have to let it linger?

(Songwriters: Noel Anthony Hogan, Dolores Mary O’Riordan)

Atlantis by Donovan

Way down below the ocean where I wanna be she may be,
Way down below the ocean where I wanna be she may be,
Way down below the ocean where I wanna be she may be.

(Songwriter: Donovan Leitch)

These Boots Are Made For Walkin’ by Nancy Sinatra

You keep lyin’ when you oughta be truthin’;
You keep losing when you oughta not bet;
You keep samin’ when you oughta be a’changin’;
Now what’s right is right but you ain’t been right yet.

These boots are made for walking
And that’s just what they’ll do;
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you.

(Songwriter: Lee Hazlewood)

Licorice [WATW]

My mother bowled. She was a good bowler and often on a league. She was a physically strong person, competent at practical things, and able to learn new skills on her own. While she valued these traits in herself however, she didn’t cultivate them in me, and cared only about my grades in school.

Once when I was around 5 years old, I was wandering around the bowling alley while she bowled with her team. There wasn’t much for me to do and I remember being bored and annoyed. The Monkees were on the radio and I liked them.

Mom gave me money for candy and I tried something new: red licorice. I didn’t like it, but I kept eating it, and it made me sick. I didn’t make it to the bathroom in time and threw up in a corner where no one saw me. I felt very embarrassed and stayed away from that area the rest of the afternoon.

I’ve always hated licorice ever since (both kinds). And I don’t like bowling much either. But I do still love the Monkees. Go figure!

~*~

WATW#18

MP#10-11: Still Not Dead

I wish people would quit burying MoviePass while it’s still breathing, ffs. I just read yet another article about how well yeah of course MP was destined to fail yada because it only appeals to people in cities or whatever.

Sunday I saw The King in Long Beach at an independent theater I’ve never been to before. It was a bazillion degrees out, but the theater was cool and comfy. My friend and I both enjoyed the film. It was a pretty sobering look at the US, not a typical docu. Afterward, we had nommy Mexican food across the street at Lola’s.

Yesterday, while everyone was tweeting how they couldn’t see Mission Impossible: Fallout all weekend, I checked my local theater, Triangle Square, saw it was available, and snagged a great seat for myself at the 7pm showing. Normally I don’t go to movies on work nights, but I can make an exception for Tom Cruise. Fun flick! Plot more incomprehensible than a Bond film! But fun! Much chase, very shooting.

This was my first MP, believe it or not. I’m a Cruise fan, but I prefer him in other stuff. I’ve liked him since Risky Business, which I ducked out of a computer class to see back in Chicago. You should have heard that audience cheer when he put on those shades and said, “Looks like… University of Illinois!”

Anyway. My MoviePass app is just fine, thanks for asking. Just got an email from Mitch himself apologizing for the outages and saying things will be improving, etc. So put that on your popcorn and smoke it.

Quarry


[Image swiped from Chicago Tribune]

When I was 13, we moved to a new house in a small town about 40 miles NW of Chicago. Although my mother was in some ways a “helicopter” parent (as we term it now), in other ways, I had a lot of freedom, much more than many of my peers. One thing I did immediately was zoom off on my bike for hours, alone, in this new area, some of it still undeveloped. Remember, back then there was no way to contact anyone in an emergency if you were away from a landline.

One hot afternoon early on I found a woodsy area with a dirt path, so naturally I pedaled down that path to see what was up. Kept going and going through lots of nice shady trees until I came to a small lake. Well, I thought it was a lake at first, though it looked a bit weird. There was no path to bike around it, so I just looked at it for a while, all sparkling in the sunshine, and then went home.

I told my mom about the lake in the woods and she suggested it was a quarry. She also said I should stay away from it, but I didn’t. I thought it was my neato secret discovery and returned several times. Later on, after school started, I found out about all the bad stuff that went on out there, at my “secret” quarry, late at night.

After that, I stopped going. A couple years later, the developers began knocking down trees and building more houses out toward the quarry area, obliterating the bike path.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Transportation

This is me on a horse in Ohio around age 12. Dig my sexy socks! The boy is my cousin.

Thanks for the fun photo challenge!

Guilt by Association [mini-rant]

When I was in high school, I had a good friend who didn’t like me to smoke when I was with her, or ever ideally, because then people might think she smoked. Another friend refused to be seen with me at the homecoming football game because I was a freshman and she was a sophomore, and she thought she would look uncool hanging around with a “baby.” A lot of high school girls were like this, secretive and petty, concerned how their friendships reflected on themselves and projected whatever image they were trying to cultivate. Boys may have been similar, but I didn’t know them.

At various times, people say we ought to shun those with different beliefs partly because of the guilt by association factor. We should punish those of the opposition political party by refusing to eat in cafes with them, forex. God forbid someone should see us having a snadwich with the enemy ~ they might assume we also eat our bread with the butter side down! Or we should tell Grandma that we won’t go to her house for the holidays if she votes for so&so, or if she invites Uncle Neepy, who supports the ban on fruitcake.

I’m deliberately making light of some serious issues because I have friends with beliefs all over the place, and family too. I don’t believe in the guilt by association concept: I believe in judging each person as an individual… and then hating them. I didn’t like to be tagged and boxed by closed-minded folks when I told them I voted for a Democrat (and they were invariably wrong when they tried to guess my other positions from that one piece of information), so I try not to do that myself.

It was hurtful in high school and it still is.

Song Lyrics Sunday: Speak

This is one of my favorite love songs. Way back when, with my ex, I requested it at a piano bar up in San Francisco and, maybe because I’d had a few drinks, the waiter misunderstood me. Finally, the piano player came over and apologized for not knowing “Disguise in Love.” We had a good laugh and then he played my song.

“This Guy’s in Love with You”

You see this guy
This guy’s in love with you
Yes, I’m in love
Who looks at you the way I do
When you smile I can tell
We know each other very well
How can I show you
I’m glad I got to know you, ’cause

I’ve heard some talk
They say you think I’m fine
Yeah, I’m in love
And what I’d do to make you mine
Tell me now, is it so?
Don’t let me be the last to know
My hands are shaking
Don’t let my heart keep breaking, ’cause

I need your love
I want your love
Say you’re in love
In love with this guy
If not, I’ll just die

Tell me now, is it so?
Don’t let me be the last to know
My hands are shaking
Don’t let my heart keep breaking, ’cause

I need your love
I want your love
Say you’re in love
In love with this guy
If not, I’ll just die

Songwriters: Burt F. Bacharach / Hal David

This Guy’s in Love With You lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

There are many great versions of this song… here’s a cheesy vid for Herb Alpert’s 1968 original. Don’t we all dream about wearing miniskirts while climbing over slippery rocks with our soul mates and then ruining our long gowns in the ocean at sunset? So romantic!