Coffee: Two cups drip from Scratch bakery in Durham, NC. I drank it at an outdoor table in 40 degree weather and the coffee had more temperature than taste.
Comings and goings. Yesterday, I finished reading Lahiri’s book (finally, check the review on the site). Today, I said some soft goodbyes and helped stuff clothes in a suitcase and sort books for boxes. In the middle, there was a break at Scratch where we drank and ate and watched the cars go by. The bakery is attached to a sleek restaurant that looks nice and smells like gentrification. Across the parking lot is a Food Lion and lots of poor brown pedestrians who are surely welcome – but never seen – through Scratch’s doors.
I got talking with my friend’s mother about Atlanta movers. They were coming on Saturday, rescheduled to Sunday, and she said the big guy told her on the phone that “Sunday would be fine, but ma’am I do go to church.” They set time for 2 pm and that was that. I imagined the guy sweating. He had the phone firm. He was thinking about money and family and ecclesiastical obligations. NC is common with committed people. I’ve never been too sure what I’m committed to.
Tar Baby, Toni Morrison
“Momma used to say, you got to know when to move. More important than knowing when to stay put.” – Joyce Carol Oates, Man Crazy