Coffee: Colombian, Starbucks Brand (grocery store bought, a gift)
I spent the night talking stories in a DnD game. I spent the day talking stories in a bank. I’m storied-out, but in a good way. So pardon me if I’m brief.
There were about five peaceful minutes. I ate lunch in the breakroom then went outside to my car to get a stick of gum. It had been sunny but clouds came over. I sat with the door open watching cars go by.
When I was a kid and home for the summer, my mother would sometimes lead me on a scavenger hunt. I’d wake up to notes stuck beside my bed and follow them around the house – to the kitchen, the closets, the laundry room. Clue after clue, I’d look for buried treasure. Usually, the hunt would end in the garden. She’d be planting flowers and play it off like the hunt was something she’d never heard of. I got down on hands and knees and helped her dig. Maybe it was a trick to get me working with her. Still, I always found buried treasure – a toy, a treat, a trip to the mountains.
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“As he was about to climb yet another dune, his heart whispered, “Be aware of the place where you are brought to tears. That’s where I am, and thats where your treasure is.” – Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
Coffee: Organic Bolivian Blend, Trader Joe’s Brand
First off, some housekeeping: I didn’t promote the April contest very well; life got busy, it’s my bad. Because of that, I’m extending the deadline through May. So if you haven’t heard of it, go here and send a quick email for a chance to win a book curated by yours truly!!
Now that I’ve covered the logistical stuff…
Boy, the last few days have been daydreamy, huh? I wonder what it is – the weather? the time of year? For the bulk of my life, May meant school was almost over. I’d think about summer as one big block of activity. I’d spend school-days dreaming of games I’d play and books I’d read.
Nowadays, May’s just another tick on the calendar. It’s remarkable to me that our society’s idea of preparation is conditioning kids to a schedule that doesn’t resemble any corner of the working world. School is leisure for those that fit the right specifications – wealthy, privileged, booksmart – and a tall wall to those who don’t, but the leisure’s not the same leisure as adulthood and the wall’s a different climb than mature discrimination.
I was a teacher for a year and felt like a failure every time I quizzed a kid on the water cycle. It’s something none of them needed to know. A hundred faces waiting for ephemeral summer.
The Pardoner’s Tale, by John Wain
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Summer’s lease hath all too short a date. – William Shakespeare