Our morning weather, this week, has been on the cool side. I really enjoy it. I've a habit, each morning, of jerking my first cup of coffee and taking it outside the shops back door under the oaks to soak in the peaceful atmosphere of squirrel play and birdsong. The fresh air adds flavor; perhaps that's why the first cup of coffee always taste best.
Yesterday Little Bit made me promise to take her to Starbucks for breakfast. We chose this morning to do so. Inside she quickly discovered they only offered pastry. Their drink selections were, of course, limited. Finally, after making the folks behind us restless, she chose two tiny pink and chocolate doughnuts and a very small container of organic apple juice. She didn't like their limited breakfast menu. She looked at the cashier and told her, "Why don't you serve pancakes, this sucks." Don't piss off little hungry girls...
I didn't say a word. I did chuckle.
We sat outside. It was cool. She didn't like that either. We gathered her 'breakfast' and drink and proceeded to my truck. She didn't like that one darn bit, either. Finally, "Papa, this was a very bad idea and don't you ever make me eat at Starbucks again."
I said, "Yes, Dear." Sometimes the grass isn't always greener.
Last evening Sweet Wife came home with her laptop. Not a good sign. She gulped down our simple dinner and, without a word, set her laptop and two of our spare monitors on the kitchen table and didn't move until 0400 this morning.
This doesn't bode well for the bond markets. Just saying....
Now, I've a request. SciFiChick, a lovely lady, needs help. Please, take a moment and click the link and run by and read her post. If you feel you can spare a few dollars, any amount will help, hit her donation button. I know times are hard and cash is very dear, but any amount towards the cause will be greatly appreciated. Even a kind comment and prayer will bring a little light into her life. Thank you.
Want to read a good book...I thought so. Then find a copy of 'Jesus Out to Sea,' by James Lee Burke. He's the dude in the above picture. James is probably the best prose stylist in America today. I don't care a bit for his politics, but none the less, the man can write. Jesus Out to Sea is a story collection, short stories that grip the gut. Trust me.
I'd link the book but haven't the time. The shop's bell rings and waits for no man.
Until then,
Stephen
