J is for java
It all started innocently enough. Getting the honor of making Dad coffee before he left for his overnight shift and the police station. I still remember the three scoops of Folgers going into the percolator plugging it in and waiting. I couldn’t drink Dad’s coffee though, he drank it black. Now Mom on the other hand took cream and sugar with hers and I could occasionally get a drink.
As I hit my teens I tried coffee again and found it bitter so I steered clear of it. But once I got married to a coffee drinker I was stirred by the aroma once again. I would occasionally have a cup with milk and sugar. When I became a sleep deprived parent I leaned a little more heavily on the java.
In the early 2000’s our little town got a coffee shop in it. I was heavily into tea at the time and fell in love with the shops spiced Chai. One day for something different I had a latte… that is when the problems began.
From there I was hitting area coffee shops for lattes and mochas. An occasional Frappuccino or the much cheaper Frappe from McDonald’s. Now I frequent gas station cappuccino machines and stay close to my Keurig here at home. I have a Starbuck’s gold card and I frequent the local shops too. I admit it … I am a coffee-aholic! And I don’t want to be cured! Pass the brown sugar and cinnamon (my latest taste of choice), please!
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The steaming cup felt good in her cool hands. There was no fancy decoration made from the froth of steamed milk, but it tasted good and warmed the soul. This was her little piece of paradise to visit locally. Nice music, familiar friendly faces and space enough to write her heart out.
Usually she wrote poems or letters, but tonight she began a bigger endeavor. She wanted to begin a short story and had put it off for months. Tonight was the night she would take the plunge into fiction. She took a sip of coffee and began to write.
I have undertaken a challenge this year. I am trying to find the good in every day by writing about happiness and gratitude that I feel. No matter how small there is always something to bring a smile or make you grateful, if just for a moment. Follow along with me as I dig deep as necessary and find the peace of the day. Join in if you are feeling happy and grateful too – in the comments or on your own blog. Let’s find some fun!
I was feeling a bit better today so I decided to go out and about. I met my favorite person – my daughter – and had some spiced chai latte at a local coffee shop. We chatted for a bit and then went to the library to browse. I am in the middle of a Joe Hill book right now so I didn’t find anything just yet. My daughter however came up with about 4 books to take home.
It was nice to see my daughter, that always makes me happy. I still had enough energy to pick up a handful of things at the grocery store for my Dad and dropped them off when I made him dinner. I am grateful I got those things done. I may have more back and hip pain again tonight, but I do feel like it was a good day.