love in a cup

Just as I prefer a milkshake made by hand from a genuine milkshake maker (complete with actual scoops of ice cream), I prefer my lattes made by a barista who uses her knowledge and skill rather than pushing a button on an automated espresso machine found in many coffee shops.

I have a favorite coffee shop in Olympia located across the street from the Farmer's Market. It's called 'Dancing Goats Espresso' where one is served lattes with heart.

Literally.

sore throat

Yes.... this would be me, fighting a cold all week.....

In a perfect world....

Some people want ocean front property, a windfall lottery prize or skinny thighs.

I want an organized craft room.

When I enter my space to do some crafting, I feel as though I do more search and rescue than actual creating.

I salivated when I found this photo of one woman's craft room. (www.kevinandamanda.com) Organized perfection resides inside each drawer, too. Special storage containers for ribbon, letters, embellishments, etc.

This is pure organized crafter's paradise!

Sigh......

Goal for today

"To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips."

-----Kahlil Gibran

In a different life....

While driving to the bank this morning, I found myself behind this cute, little Nissan Cube. The back view of this wee car reminds me of a single-shouldered gown or a teeny bopper with a side ponytail!

Do you ever wonder what type of car you would drive if the exterior crust of your life looked different? Perhaps if I were single, had no need for extensive cargo space, had no dog to haul around, had no kids and their dependents to consider, I'd purchase a 'cute' vehicle.

I'm also liking Nissan's Juke. How cute is this?

For now, I'm driving a sensible and serviceable Subaru Forrester.

Glynn calls it my 'commie' car because apparently it is the vehicle of choice for tree huggers (environmentalists).

Guess I blow that theory...

Calm after the storm

Until I awoke and started my day this morning, I was not aware how agitated my psyche has been these past weeks as I, along with millions of other Americans, endured the name calling, rock hurling, pokes and taunts between grown-up politicians.

Our nation is stuck in the doldrums. Joblessness, homelessness, down spiraling revenues, home foreclosures, anxiety, fear, and overall dissatisfaction have created a political climate of angst and distrust.

Being as politics and economics do not interest me, I am willing to allow other competent men and women to make decisions on my behalf which will strengthen and grow our nation.

So, remember, newly elected Mr. or Mrs. Politician, that you were elected to serve my interests, rather than furthering your own political agenda or padding the coffers of 'big business' (or your own wallet), or spending your time and making decisions while focusing on a future re-election bid. Remember that you are a servant whose over-riding passion needs to be a love for your country, not allegiance to your political party.

Please, I beg you, set aside your bipartisan bickering and concentrate on the challenges facing our great country.

death by chicken (bone)

Today, I found out the circumstances surrounding my friend, Faye's, death. She didn't overdose on her psychiatric meds nor did she slit her wrists. She was drinking (alcohol) while eating and choked on a chicken bone.

Also, the two fellow transients hanging out with her are not deceased. Although drinking themselves, they did call 911 when it became apparent Faye was in trouble. But by the time the aid car arrived, Faye was gone.

I'm relieved that she didn't commit suicide. But really, a chicken bone?