Coffee talk
Such are the trappings of the recently unemployed.
It's been almost a month since I wrapped up my contract at Regence...and...I know this probably sounds silly, but I've finally done the inevitable. I'm blogging from a coffee shop with wi-fi.
Wooooooo! I know, I know...cutting edge stuff for a guy like myself. I feel like a cro-mag emerging from my hole. The last adopter of blogdoms everyday right-of-passage.
The customers are coming in now - old and young - and the bar is busy at Space Monkey. Art hangs on the walls and some tribal popbeat is rolling out - performing as a platform for the caffinated tenor behind the bar. I'm on my second cup of the morning.....a black mug of organic whatever. It tastes like coffee, that's all I care about.
Alex bought Greer a new mini-suitcase for his big trip up to see Crumpa and Gamma. He was so excited, that I found him in bed with it last night....has hand wrapped around the pull-out handle. A young man and his new rolling travel companion.
Tonight I'm taking Alex out for dinner and movie. Yummy food and "Iron Man" are on the docket. We don't out much, so it'll be fun to reconnect. Greer will be visiting Uncle Chris and Aunt Windy for a spell...
Tomorrow, I'm down in Keizer visiting my old jr. high school buddy, Don. He'll probably goad me into jamming with him - after all these years. We started playing together when I was 13, and he managed to keep up with it. It's been more than a little while since I picked up the guitar, so we'll see what comes. If I remember my penatonic scales, I should be ok.
That's a big if, though.
It's been almost a month since I wrapped up my contract at Regence...and...I know this probably sounds silly, but I've finally done the inevitable. I'm blogging from a coffee shop with wi-fi.
Wooooooo! I know, I know...cutting edge stuff for a guy like myself. I feel like a cro-mag emerging from my hole. The last adopter of blogdoms everyday right-of-passage.
The customers are coming in now - old and young - and the bar is busy at Space Monkey. Art hangs on the walls and some tribal popbeat is rolling out - performing as a platform for the caffinated tenor behind the bar. I'm on my second cup of the morning.....a black mug of organic whatever. It tastes like coffee, that's all I care about.
Alex bought Greer a new mini-suitcase for his big trip up to see Crumpa and Gamma. He was so excited, that I found him in bed with it last night....has hand wrapped around the pull-out handle. A young man and his new rolling travel companion.
Tonight I'm taking Alex out for dinner and movie. Yummy food and "Iron Man" are on the docket. We don't out much, so it'll be fun to reconnect. Greer will be visiting Uncle Chris and Aunt Windy for a spell...
Tomorrow, I'm down in Keizer visiting my old jr. high school buddy, Don. He'll probably goad me into jamming with him - after all these years. We started playing together when I was 13, and he managed to keep up with it. It's been more than a little while since I picked up the guitar, so we'll see what comes. If I remember my penatonic scales, I should be ok.
That's a big if, though.
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