Coffee: Pike Place Drip, Apartment Office Coffee; there wasn’t anyone in the office lounge when I went to fill my thermos; air-conditioned cold, like holding two bags of frozen peas to your cheeks; I punched the order on the auto and listened to it drip; after the first pull, I poured a bit down the drain and punched another; brimming, here was my communal coffee, provided by the bills I pay each month, offered in the hopes I’ll meet new people and form long-lasting friendships, so that I’ll always want to stay; but there wasn’t anyone in the office lounge so I had black coffee served naked with a hint of rumination, spiced like mulled wine
I watched Sally the cat stalk a turtle. It’s her last week her before her owners move. The turtle was a boxcar, a big boy, good at tucking his feet so you might think he was more stone, less animal. I wasn’t tricked, and Sally wasn’t either.
She circled him close to the ground, creeping so low her big belly was brushing dust off the sidewalk. She made a few passes before she narrowed in. Finally, She got the courage to go where his head was poking, put her nose no further than a foot from it, but the turtle was thinking quicker and he jerked the rest of the way into his shell. This scared her so she came trotting to me. We sat in the grass watching the turtle walk cautious across the sidewalk. The sun was out. Later, it would be sweltering.
A calm, easy Sunday.
Currently Reading: Queen, Suzanne Crain Miller
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When we were little,” the Mock Turtle went on at last, more calmly, though still sobbing a little now and then, “we went to school in the sea. The master was an old Turtle – we used to call him Tortoise -“
“Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn’t one?” Alice asked.
“We called him Tortoise because he taught us,” said the Mock Turtle angrily: “really you are very dull!Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland