If we were having coffee, I’d offer you a cup of fresh brewed Charleston Coffee Company Bold Roast to help you in waking this fine Saturday morning. If coffee’s not your thing, we can probably rustle up some tea, juice, or some other concoction of hot or cold beverage to start your day.
We’d be listening to Counting Crows while we sip and wipe the sleep from our eyes. No particular album, but a mix set to random and enjoying whatever comes up next for what it is much like my plans for this Saturday. Other than knowing that I want to get a run in today, my plans are anyone’s guess at this point.
If we were having coffee, I’d have to apologize for the hour. It’s late, but there’s coffee for that, I’ve got the UFC fights on the tv, so we can watch that while we chat. In my cup, I have Charleston Coffee Roaster’s Bold Roast. It’s good stuff, the beans are freshly ground, and it’s hot in the pot. By all means, help yourself. Coffee not your thing? There’s tea and perhaps a few other things around. I’m sure we can find something for you.
If we were having coffee, we would be sipping on a nice brew of Charleston Coffee Company beans that I ground earlier today, there would music playing low (Miranda Lambert singing Famous in a Small Town at the moment), and we would be sitting in my messy little writing space.
If we were having coffee, I’d wish you a fine Sunday morn and pour you a steaming cup of bold roast from Charleston Coffee Roasters. I ground the beans myself and must admit th at it is quite good.
I’ve been missing bunches of time on tyhe blog and writing in general lately. I don’t like it, but it has been hard to be motivated with everything going on. My rhythms are off, so to speak.
I’m continuing to not use the internet bandwidth we have at home, saving it for others who need it for school and work, but have found a dot at the table this morning while enjoying this wonderful coffee and thought it would be a great time to get back in touch with everyone out there.
I do hope everyone is well and that we have the worst of the pandemic behind us. Some things have begun to re-open, and though that makes me happy, it also causes a bit of worry. What it we’re re-opening too early? What if we have to start this whole Coronavirus lockdown all over again?
There are concerns on the other side as well. What if we’ve waited too long to re-open? How many will lose the businesses they gave everything to build? It’s a wierd situation to be in for everyone, and there’s so much conflicting information out there, you don’t know what to believe.
It doesn’t help that when I go to work, it’s like what virus? We’re just working normal over half the time. I swear that most of the people there can’t read the social distancing signs posted up everywhere because they will walk right up on you and blather about whatever comes to mind. Oh, and step back all you want, they’ll just step with you and close that distance right back up. Six feet? By who’s tape measure?
As for brighter subjects, I’ve been running fairly consistently and doing some things to help with alignment and strengthing of the muscles in the foot and upward through the whole chain to avoid injury. Eric Orton’s book “The Cool Impossible” goes into a lot of things you can do around proper running form and strengthening the before mentioned muscles and I just finished reading it, so I’ve been incorporating some of those things into what I already do. The book is a good read. It is a book focused on running and coaching though, so don’t go into it looking for great prose and story. But there are pieces of story here and there.
I’ve also been messing with my old guitar instead of writing lately. Seemingly anything that I can do that’s not writing is what I’ve done the past few weeks, including binge watching Orphan Black with my wife. Only one season left!
This week, if this dot will stay here at the table, I’m going to try being a little more active in the blogosphere. Those dots can be quite elusive however, so you never know. What I am going to do (or try to do) is pull myself out of this writing funk. It’s past time. I’ve sulked too long and maybe it’s pen and paper that I’ll be sitting with, but it’s not like that’s never happened before. Pen and paper has been the bearer of some of my best ideas after all.
So, I suppose I’ll let you go. Feel free to take a cup of that bold roast with you for the road and be safe out there. Don’t forget to keep six feet, as measured on a standard tape, between you and the random peeps, and dot willing, I’ll see you next week!
If we were having coffee, you may think that it’s a little late to sitting and sipping this fine Seattle’s Best, and you may have a point. I could make a case for heading off to bed as well as the clock closes in on the witching hour, but I’ve been AWOL for the past few weeks and wanted to check in. There is a lot going on out there in the big ole world right now, most notably and disruptively is the Corona-virus, and that plays in on why I’ve been absent, but let’s come back to that.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that things are getting crazy around here. I’d have to do it at a distance of course, because all I know is that I need to wash my hands and keep my distance. You probably should too!
So it’s probably a good thing that this weekend share is a virtual thing after all. Sigh…
If we were having coffee, I would point you in the direction of the mostly full pot of good Seattle’s Best atop the counter and ask you to please help yourself. “Fresh brewed this morning,” I’d say while setting some music up. Alanis this morning sounds good. Surely such an offer you would find hard to refuse, but there is also tea around here somewhere, along with apple cider, and perhaps one or two other things that may pass as a morning drinkable beverage.
Liam crunched into the apple. Juice ran from the corners of his mouth and stuck in the bit of stubble he called a goatee. “That is so good.” He sat hard on the curb outside the store, held the apple high, and marveled. “I think I’ve found it.”
Emma shouldered her pack. “Congratulations. It’s an apple. You ready? We’ve got miles to go yet.”
“No listen. I read about this fruitarian diet and…” Crunch. “It could be for me.”
“That’s fine. Will’s grilling burgers tonight though.” Emma began walking.