Just a few observations

A) Several times a week, I go to my favorite coffee shop — Rothrock Coffee. The owners are wonderful; the coffee gods and goddesses are some of the nicest people in the world; the coffee kicks ass!

But now I’m wondering if I go there too often. Nah. Not really! But last week I worked graduation. The weather was wretched and it made students late and harried. In short, it was tougher than usual. To make matters worse, Rothrock opens after I have to be at work and closes before I get out. Yes, there’s coffee at the venue, but it’s not Rothrock coffee.

Sunday, I went to the shop per usual and it was closed! For a private event! The horror! They were having an employee holiday party for family and friends!

Ok. Seriously, no worries. I think it is great they were doing that, so I turned and walked back to the car, knowing they’d be open the next day. Suddenly, I hear my name called. I was being beckoned back to the shop. When I got in there, I was handed my usual large latte. OMG! They knew my name AND my beverage of choice. Sort of like “Cheers,” but for coffee. I was over the moon! When I told this to a friend of mine, she suggested maybe I went there a little too often.

So today, the day before Christmas, they closed earlier than usual for a Saturday. I got there and the chairs were up, the door was locked, and the baristas were cleaning up.

Again, no worries. I think it rocks that they were giving their employees a couple extra hours. I’ll be back. I’ll always be back. But, no! One of the owners again called to me and asked if I wanted something to go. Caveat: All they had were cold drinks.

Like I care? I got an iced latte. Maybe I do go there too often. Pfft! No way! I’ll be back there on Monday. A Merry Christmas and a big ol’ “thank you”to all the caffeine elves at Rothrock!

B) On my way home, I passed on of the roadside crosses they put up when someone was in an accident at that spot. Swooping down in front of me was a red-tailed hawk. I couldn’t tell if it was a juvenile or a female. It landed on the cross and sat looking around. Too much symbolism. I don’t want to think about that too deeply.

C) Driving through a neighborhood near me, there are 12 families who put up the “12 Days of Christmas” decorations. There’s a sign in the yard of one family and another just like it further up the street. In the dark, driving along, I haven’t been able to read the sign. Today I went past, stopped at the curb and read the sign.

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Well done, neighbor. Well done indeed.

‘Tis the Season

Yes, this is a stressful time of year. Yes, it is hectic and yes, many people are on edge. But does that mean civility has to be a casualty?

I swear, if one more person bitches at me today, I’m going to lose it and go global on his/her ass!

I went to the grocery store this morning. Yeah, yeah, my first mistake. I stopped at the in-store cafe for a latte. Unfortunately, the person in front of the line was writing a check for a cup of coffee. Ok, I understand the desperate need for caffeine, but a check?

I’m not sure what the discussion was about, but whatever. The line behind be was getting longer by the minute. However, I wanted my caffeine, too, so there was nothing to do but wait. And it’s Christmas Eve, so it’s all good, right?

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Confessions of a coffee addict

When I lived in New York (New York City to those who live outside the City), caffeine was my drug of choice. Now, it’s a toss-up between caffeine and various brands of NSAIDs. But I digress.

Most of the time,  I self-administered the caffeine in the form of coffee. People who know me now say I drink a lot of coffee. They only say that because they didn’t know me back then.

In my mid-twenties, I started to suffer from some of the medical side-effects of caffeine. No, not nervousness and jitters. Everyone in New York looks jittery to outsiders. That knee thing was just the “soundman’s jiggle.” Anyway, I went to see a doctor and he said to give up caffeine. Yikes!

Chocolate wasn’t going to be such a huge issue. Giving up soda was going to be a bit of a problem. Cutting out tea and coffee was going to friggin’ kill me.

I made the attempt. For three days and nights, I did without my morning coffee, afternoon coffee, evening coffee and tea, and nighttime tea. Even the glass of tea I kept I kept on the nightstand was replaced with water. For three days and nights, I was my usual self — except at any given moment, I was a half second away from going cosmic on someone’s butt. Usually I was at least 10 seconds away.

The fourth day was Saturday and I could sleep in for a bit. When I awoke, it was to the heavenly aroma of fresh-brewed coffee. My dear, sweet, loving boyfriend came into the bedroom bearing a cup of dark-roast, liquid orgasm. He smiled that secret smile and said, “Here, honey. Drink this.”

“Sweetie, you know I’ve given up caffeine.”

A feral growl came out of his throat. “DRINK THIS! NOW!”

I guess I wasn’t handling withdrawal nearly as well as I thought.

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