If we were having coffee, I’d offer you a nice hot cup of Seattle’s Best, fresh brewed right here. I’ll take mine black and strong, but I’ve got some milk if you would like, and for sweetness, we have local honey. I may just doctor up a second cup with milk and honey in a few, just to see what all the fuss is about. We also have tea, and the always good water if you would prefer that.
For music tonight, we have Alanis Morissette singing her moody tunes not too loud to interfere with good conversation. I always liked her music, except for that last album we bought, but I can’t remember its name. Regardless, she put out multiple albums that I can sing-a-long to. The fact that her music moved away from me at some point, is immaterial. Good is good is good. Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare – Less than Motivated”→
The Johnson’s checked out early Sunday morning to return home in preparation for the week ahead.
“What a weekend,” Ronny yawned to his wife as he unlocked the door and swung it open. The stench hit them full in the face.
“What the…,” Fran exclaimed peering over Ronny’s shoulder. She couldn’t believe her eyes as Lil Ron lay passed out on the couch amid a mess of bottles, overflowing ash trays, and was that vomit on her new carpet!
Ronny took it all in before stomping over to his son. “Wake up boy,” he shook him roughly, “The party’s over.”
Aunt Mabel was the best healer ever. She was constantly mixing things, whatever it was that grew in her garden on her table that wasn’t really a table at all. It was more of stuff stacked on stuff, but it was her table and her most prized possession.
Whenever we would get a cut or scrape, she would grind away, rub her concoction on the wound, and in no time, we would be right again.
Maybe that’s why I’ve come back here at the end, looking for some of that old magic.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I hurt, and that I’m ready to be home again. We should make it home today sometime, but I’m not sure when I’ll stop hurting. This morning we’d be sitting in the Hampton Inn as the rest of the family snoozes a few more minutes, drinking there coffee, juice, tea, what have you, before we head back out on the road. I’ve just got to be careful not to drink too much, considering that we’ll be on the road and all.
It feels like we’ve been on the road for forever. Leaving Thursday after work to head towards Palmerton Pennsylvania, we made it as far as Richmond Virginia. Then the next day, we continued, hitting all kinds of traffic and pushing what should have been 5 to 6 hours to more like 8. But we made it. Then we ate and slept, got up early, and ran the Spartan Super at the Blue Mountain Ski Resort Saturday. (That’s where all the hurt came in.) Continue reading “#WeekendCoffeeShare – Palmerton”→