Coffee Log, Year 2, Day 8


Coffee: Maxwell House Drip, Office Coffee

I was walking past this bird in a bush on the way to my car this morning. The bird was going haywire. When I went by, it stopped. It was cold outside. It’s still raining. That bird had a secret – it had to thrash around for something, something important – but it didn’t want to tell me.

The day was buzz-buzz busy at the office. Cars went by. No-one kept dry. They tracked red mud back and forth in the bank lobby. They tracked it through my office. People having problems making ends meet, too busy for the mud on their shoes. I was on the phone. I was making calls. I was clicking waltzes and salsas on the keyboard. Rich and stressful. Then comes the client and I freeze. Smiles. I know something they don’t – a lot of somethings. Half the time, they don’t want me to tell them.

A week of birds. Bird week. Everything has wings. It can pick up and fly away. I’m waiting on a letter from the other side of the world. I’m waiting on good ideas, better sentences. I’m waiting on September because everyone is always waiting on September. I’m waiting for the weekend.

Oh, that last one’s actually here.

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Currently Reading: Killing Commendatore, Haruki Murakami

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Coffee Log, Day 105


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

I got up at 5:30am. I’m working toward 5:00, I need the time, the end of the day gets wasted. Anyway…

At 5:30am I took a walk around the apartments. It was black-blue. There were a few dog-walkers. A couple was crushing on their car. Most of all, I noticed the birds. They were louder than a Gregorian chant. I walked slow so I could listen.

Different birds sung different notes, some of them were talking to each other, there was a fuzzy underbelly of the one-offers, the chirpers, then a middle confusion, then the high clean wonderful sun-blessed compositions. Glad I got to hear them. Surprised they didn’t wake me up through the walls.

Later, on the way to work, a fly was my passenger. I don’t know how or when it got in the car but it rode with me to the bank. It was good to have the company.

Currently Reading:
Americanah, by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

The Way of Kings, Brandon Sanderson

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