Coffee Log, Year 2, Day 57


Coffee: Cafe Pajaro, Trader Joe’s Brand; a dark roast, ‘dark as my soul’ as I like to say when I’m making small talk with co-workers; slick like melted butter; bitter like accidentally eaten grass.

The dog’s still with us. Right now, she’s sitting on the back of the couch. The house has a different feel with a small brown animal around.

Easter Sunday’s never meant much to me. I grew up secular and have continued to be. Maybe it’s better to say: the things I have faith in don’t often get labelled ‘religious.’ Anyway – today was Easter.

The most vivid memory I have of this holiday is painting eggs. After that, it’s wondering if the chocolate bunny will be hollow inside. I used to dye eggs with my mother the night before. This was an elementary school tradition, though I carried it on a little longer because I liked the bright kinds of colors the dyes made. We’d try to get creative. I had a wax pen I’d draw over the hard-boiled shells. The wax kept the dye lighter in spots so you’d create designs. The easiest designs were geometric, but I’d often make a heart, a house, a face. Rarely did my efforts turn into anything but a mess.

Today, the only thing I did to celebrate was go to the grocery store. I didn’t shop for holiday items (I came home with veggie ramen and laundry detergent) but there’s something festive about food stores anyway. Jesus dies, a bunny gives birth, you wait for the egg to hatch in a beautiful grass-laid basket – it’s all about new life. The other part of the story – the one they don’t talk about – is how something else dies to feed that life every single time. So I think it’s fitting to go food shopping on Easter.

I’m back to work tomorrow. Vacation over, I can’t tell whether I’m better for having taken the days off. Either way, I’ll wake up tomorrow and try all over again. A fitting holiday to end it on – rebirth.

Currently Reading: The Sense of an Ending, Julian Barnes (FINISHED! Will share thoughts soon)

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“Hallo, Rabbit,” he said, “is that you?”
“Let’s pretend it isn’t,” said Rabbit, “and see what happens.”

A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh

Coffee Log, Day 40


Coffee: Cafe Pajaro, Extra Dark, Trader Joe’s Brand

Happy April! The March Short Story Contest is over and we have a winner! I’ve contacted her and she’s coming up with a topic so you’ll see the brand new short story on the site soon! Thank you so much to all the people who entered. I’ve got some ideas for an April contest and I’ll post about it soon.

It’s been a long week. It’s felt like limbo. Last night I drank some red wine and my brain felt mushy. This morning, it still feels mushy. The sun’s out, very bright, I hear kids playing. Easter – the holiday was always chocolate rabbits for me, nothing else. Today there’s no chocolate but I can still tell it’s a holiday: friction in the air like rope burns. I might go out and see the town. I like it when places are all closed for something. All those dark lightbulbs and pulled shutters mean people have somewhere lovely to be.

Currently Reading:
Tar Baby, Toni Morrison

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“These people privatized their houses by turning them backward away from the street, but publicized their lives and talked about wine as though it were a theology instead of a drink.” – Toni Morrison, Tar Baby