Coffee Log, Day 240

Hi.

Coffee: Colombian, Starbucks Brand (grocery store bought, a gift)

I did laundry today and the dryer was clanking. When I checked, I found two buttons. I’ve now lost the button on three pairs of pants, all within the last week. I guess I’m haunted. My ghost’s a tailor, but a bad one.

It’s been a slow day. I’m not complaining. I woke up early with an awful stomach ache. The kind where you’re sweating, rocking, thinking about your loved ones because you’re sure this is gonna be the thing to finish you off. Dramatic stuff. After that, the day got better.

Up until an hour ago, we were locked in a chilly autumn drizzle. I spent the morning working on this and that, listening to instrumental music, watching clouds go by. I tried to print something at the office but the printer was out of toner. I spent a bit walking around, then got groceries, and on the way out of the grocery store the sky broke like a Halloween egging. I got caught in the downpour. It was cold. I was soaked. I liked it.

A few years ago, in midsummer, I walked out the back door of my parents house – I was still living there at the time – and into a thunderstorm. I had nowhere to be and nothing keeping me from the warm, dry indoors. I stepped off the porch and the storm hit like dumped butter. Even with the porchlight it was hard to see. I kept going. I made it to the back of the yard where an old swingset still stands. I held the wood and looked up until half an ocean was in my eye. I stood out there for five minutes then went back in and dried off. An hour later, I had a skype call with you. You asked what I’d been up to. I told it plain and simple.

“Why’d you do that?” you asked.

I thought about it and gave my only answer: “I didn’t want to forget what it feels like to be surprised.”

Currently Reading: Autumn, Ali Smith; Cherry, Nico Walker

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Coffee Log, Day 39

Hi.

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

Yesterday’s rain brought the pollen off the trees and stuck it to everything else: pavement, mailboxes, lawn furniture, cars. The apartment complex looks like a chalkboard your teacher hasn’t cleaned since tenure.

I woke up late again. I was planning to walk downtown to the farmer’s market. Turns out, the farmer’s market was closed for the holiday anyway. I’ve spent the morning fussing around doing nothing. I’ll straighten my sheets and mess them up again. I was out of Swiss cheese for a sandwich so I reheated last night’s pasta. I took my first sip of coffee after noon.

But I’m feeling pretty good about it. A yellow morning, blue sky.

Currently Reading:
Tar Baby, Toni Morrison

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