Coffee Log, Year 2, Day 17

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Coffee: Sumatra Medium Dark, Trader Joe’s Brand; last of the batch. I had plans today, the plans fell through. So instead I had three cups of coffee in a sunlit room watching internet shows and reading internet articles and playing games with the new graphics card I got for my computer. Somewhere close to 10:00, I felt the caffeine. This blend is perfect for an easy morning. It’s not your best friend, not your lover, but it’s just good enough to make you feel fine without them. Oh, and it tastes a bit like walnuts.

A windy day. Makes me think of the Aegean. It was always windy on the Aegean. Sometimes, that meant you could stand on deck and spread your arms like flying. Other times, it was nauseating.

With the temperature pushing 70F and the rain having stopped, I took a walk. I went down my usual route but veered right where I often go left. The road spits into a calm park with a basketball court and a jungle gym. There’s a paved trail that skirts the park. I took the trail and called an old friend. He’s in school for a phd. We talked a bit about that, all the usuals of catching up, then I gave him some advice on banking. It’s weird to be able to do that: give constructive advice. For so long my skills have been tied up in art or thinking or workplace efficiency, nothing you can pass on to someone else. Now I’m being useful. It’s nice. It’s new.

After the call, I crossed a road bridge that spans an Interstate. The bridge shook and the wind was higher. A man was walking the other way holding his corgi and covering her ears. We caught eyes and I smiled at the dog. The dog looked terrified. I thought it was nice of him to do his best for her.

And now I’m home. Sunday’s still got a long way to go. Daylight savings – an extra hour of light.

Downstairs, three families are cooking pig ribs while their kids play. I passed them earlier when they were stoking coals. They were speaking Turkish. A long way from where they started, a new home. I wonder if this wind reminds them of the Aegean, too?

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It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

Charles Dickens, Great Expectations


Coffee Log, Day 86

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Coffee: Organic Honduran, Trader Joe’s brand

Last night I talked to a teacher. She said: “Where’s the storm?” She was talking about rain but I figured she might have meant the Teachers’ March. Yesterday, thousands of NC teachers marched on Raleigh. They’re underpayed, undervalued, underfunded, full of fire; I can attest to all that, I used to be one.

Last night’s teacher was also a waitress. She also ran two small businesses and when we asked about the rally – if she was there – she looked ashamed to say she wasn’t. She was happier to recommend a Red Oak that I drank greedily. I thought about her from the beginning to the end of the pint. She was younger than me. She was all smiles. She probably worked harder than I’ve ever worked. Her blood and soul was marching without her.

There’s a particular privilege in having the resources to fight. Without those resources, the world doesn’t see you, but you’re no less worthy of respect. I hope last night’s teacher goes to sleep knowing her own power. I imagine that’s exactly what she’ll do.

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