…. but I didn’t know! Used the last in the bowl and reached into the cabinet for the container. Nothing. How many times did I need to move the hot cocoa and coffee beans to look at the corn oil and shortening stacked behind with no Demerara to be found. Going to have to get back out the door to get it while I still have the car.
Can I live without it for a day and shop, let’s say… Tuesday?
Brown sugar will suffice for now.
Tornados begone and the sun is breaking through… nothing left to do but be lazy.
I found that out making a late night coffee, just had a yen as it were, but didn’t have enough Italian espresso for a shot, so rather than grind up beans that might have disturbed sleep I added a heaping spoonful of Mehmet Efendi Kurukahveci. The combo made for unique fragrance, flavor and when I rinsed the pot was met with a pleasant surprise; grinds seemed to dissolve away leaving the pot gleaming as if no coffee had been brewed at all.
What I thought would happen was the pot be stained but not this time anyway.
And so lazy Sunday continues to move slowly which is fine with me.
I can tell it’s not Friday night walking home from work thanks to the silence, striking almost eerie in daylight still with an occasional cricket creak. The local bars have nothing going on as if they’re possibly closed but more likely one or two patrons at best. It’s Monday anyway, the semester and graduation over, half the population on the way home, fewer cars on the road and summer soon to begin.
This morning even my birds are chattering in lower tones.
Noticeable changes to say the least.
It’s one of those thunderstorms, not the one that’s supposed to bring the temperature down but one that’s backfiring, raining a little, couple claps of thunder, surprise flash of lightening then nothing. The wind dies, the rain stops, it gets real still and the humidity goes through the roof while the temperature remains too high. 81 is too high for May 10th during the day never mind 10:30 at night, and the way it’s going there will be no 60-anything. The question is do I want to open the couple windows I have cracked wide, do I want to just turn the fan on low for a breeze I can sleep with, try to crash to a movie, what? I look outside and see people like me with sliding doors open refusing to run AC this soon in the year. The need is inevitable but I’d like another month before I have to face what happens to the utility bill. A month and a half’s better.
It’s still and quiet now. Maddening!
Gorgeous out. The sliding doors are open, birds chirping their heads off , gentle breeze… let me put the plant outside, hang on. There…
Of course espresso is in order, that I’ll do soon. Yawn, yawn awake. A necessary evil, nah, an enjoyment of life, I certainly hope so. (Not yawning but espresso…)
Lazy, spring fever summer soon day, and I think I’ll make coffee now.
I poured small pools of color onto the paper, put what I call loaner tops on my babies then a smock over that and let them have go. You may be able to detect a handprint or two, and of course the stems and leaf renditions I edited in after the masterpiece was created. The sun that my director said resembled a large squid was mine too. Who says one-year olds are the only ones who can paint!
April intends to keep raining like I intend to make espresso very soon. Might just stop what I’m doing and get into the kitchen. There’s that word might. Am I not certain I’m going to get into the kitchen? I know I will, I know I can. Ha, but maybe now which means I’ll still my fingers and get up. Listen to that rain. A couple of claps of thunder during the night, some silent lightening against the sky as if a lamp’s bulb snapped out unexpected but I fell back into slumberland in spite of it. I’ve no intention of going anywhere or doing any more than relaxing with a few good movies and good company.
My only concern right now is what size espresso pot, how many shots…
I should throw the towel in and get some sleep, plug a video in for repose. It’s raining outside, thunderstorms and lightening illuminating the sky for real but different from daylight, that eerie ‘something’s coming’ showing an image for a brief moment. Is there something? Most stand there trying to distinguish what it is, alas their demise realizing too late…
Well, that’s a lot of melodrama. Truth is I woke a bit after three and heard the storm, checked the two windows I’d left cracked, one windowsill was dry but the other saturated from the angle of the downpour so that got closed. Nothing significant was wet and with the temp dropping it’ll stay comfortable inside. April showers on.
Coming up with a title isn’t always easy. I woke as I do during wee hour time, resituated myself and started thinking about peacefulness and intimacy that I feel while the world sleeps and ‘now what would I call it’. My first inclination is something to do with the muse and darkness but I’ve used those so many times, what this time? Then, I thought of a thought I had walking to work a morning or two ago, thinking to myself ‘it might be interesting but see what happens, I’m walking and can’t pull up the laptop to write, hopefully I’ll remember’. Another blogger a while back had suggested taking notes on a cell phone, something I’ve done since then but not this time. It may have been raining and I didn’t want to pull it out. At that point I got out of bed and propped myself up by the computer. Sometimes it’ll come back during writing… so far not yet.
There goes the light bulb however dim. I’m going to do a little research and see if I can find what struck me.
Nope but I did get something accomplished business-wise. And I’m winding down so I should be able to relax and sleep ‘till the alarm goes off.
Warm enough to keep the windows open at night and sleep comfortably, up early as light begins to break, sun shining, breeze blowing, would t’were all Saturdays be this glorious. Should have have put this in verse? I’m not worried. Thinking of more coffee and possibly toast. Don’t know anything else about this day except to enjoy it.
Grandson: Do pigs like eggs?
Grandma: I don’t know. I guess if eggs were mixed up in slop pigs wouldn’t care.
Grandson: In Angry Birds pigs like eggs.
Then the grandson rambles on about driving.
Grandma: Are you driving an egg?
Grandson: Shck…wha…! This is a racing game!
And so boundaries of reality are blurred. Then again… are they?