Coffee: Cup of the Day from BREW, Cary; purchased with a tip from my Mom. I remember waking up on Saturdays and smelling coffee. The kitchen was next door to my bedroom. My mom always brewed Colombian. She took creamer and sweet-n-low. By the time she was done with it, the coffee was bunny-fur brown. She let me try it once. I spit it out. Coffee’s something you grow into, like all complicated vices. Thanks for the coffee, Mom.
I walked downtown this morning. It’s three miles one-way, about an hour. I took a new route and saw blooming trees. My goal was the farmer’s market and I made it. It was a small thing, just a few stalls, but friendly. I recognized a few faces from the old days working at the bookstore.
I start a new job Monday. It’s the first 9-to-5 I’ve had in four years. Life is easier when you can arrange it, but there was something nice about retail’s irregularity. Maybe I’ll take more walks, keep on my toes. Or maybe I won’t. New things are never new for very long.
Tar Baby, Toni Morrison – Finished!! Lots of thoughts. I’ll have a review up soon, still deciding on the next book.
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“I tell my students, ‘When you get these jobs that you have been so brilliantly trained for, just remember that your real job is that if you are free, you need to free somebody else. If you have some power, then your job is to empower somebody else. This is not just a grab-bag candy game.”- Toni Morrison