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The Grind
At the Starbucks, today:
Me, holding a bag of whole bean coffee.
Young barista, with a big smile on his face.
Me: Hi, could you please *blink* *blink*…
Barista: You want to get this coffee?
Me: Yes and could you please…
Barista: Yes?
Me: I am sorry, I cannot remember the word for it. You know, that thing you do so I can have coffee.
Barista: You mean brew?
Me: No, between brewing and this bag, you know, you have to do it. There is a word for it but I am drawing a blank.
Barista: You want to pay for it?
Me: Yes, off course. But before I take it home you must do something with your machine that will help me use it. It’s not roast, but similar.
Barista: This coffee is already roasted.
Me: I know, I know. Freshly roasted. And packed. Says so on the bag. But then you open that cupboard and you put the beans in and voilà…
Barista: Are you French?
Me: No, I was born in Slovenia.
Barista: How long are you visiting Washington?
Me: I am not visiting. I live here. I am just old and cannot remember the word, OK?
Barista: Well that will be $15.98.
Me: OK. But before I go, can you turn these beans into powder so I can use it in my espresso machine. Please??????
Barista: Sure, I would be happy to grind them for you.
Me, thinking: GRIND!!! TristokosmatihzajebanihGRINDdatejebem!!
Posted in The good life, The Not so good life
Also tagged coffee, dumb, forgetful, old, Starbucks
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What is your number
I am dreadful with numbers.
Math has never been my strong suit, but as I get older numbers and I struggle to get along even more.
In general the higher the number, the worse. The obvious would be age. And weight off course. Those two I always add, never loose.
Prices I would rather be on the low then high side too. Unless we are valuing something I already own. Then feel free to reverse that statement.
Credit report I believe higher is better too. In fact I treat myself to a free credit score every month just to equal out the universe for the extra five pounds I seem to gain.
Followers to my blog, now that I don’t mind being in the high numbers. The more, the merrier. Twitter followers and facebook likes too. And votes for the photography contest I entered my cute son’s face into. Yes, feel free to add some votes to that please.
I never had a lucky number either. I always liked 7, probably because it is slim and classy looking. I also look back on 127 fondly. It is the number that I told them to put on my ID in 2006 to represent my weight. I remember thinking I need to loose ten pounds to make that statement true. Needless to say I am still living a lie. And adding. Since I am bad at math, I can use that as an excuse.
My son on the other hand is a four kinda guy. It has always been his favorite number. He is four years old. He wants four pieces of everything, even broccoli. No more, no less. 4.
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Blogging troubles
I feel like the time has come for me to come clean.
Blogging is hard. Not because I run out of things to say and photos to post. Not because it is an enormous time suck that takes most of my evenings, day after day. Not because it is the least paid job in the world. Which it is!
Blogging will connect you. All of the sudden you will have hundreds of friends who are talented and share their lives with brilliant posts that are well worth visiting. You will read, laugh, ponder, comment. You will look forward to checking their blogs. Through them you will meet others…
And most of these new found friends will host a link up. A great one too. To share your content. To inspire you to write about an interesting topic, to give you the opportunity to enter a writing or photography challenge, to help you with a prompt when you are low on ideas, to make it simple for you to put together a post when you are running out of time, to share your favorite joke, recipe, shoes, memory, pins…
This is why I find blogging hard. I want to play along. I DO! I see a great link up and think “I must remember to participate”. But with my Monday Listicles I burn out. And I am sorry. Not linking to my friends memes gives me that awful feeling, like when my son nags me to play hungry hippos right in the middle of me draining pasta from the hot pot. I want to, but we also have to eat.
I sat down to write about some of the posts I enjoyed reading in January. As I started looking around, copying and pasting I realized I will not be going to bed before midnight yet again. That I will feel like rubbish for not including everyone I want to.
So please forgive me. Know that I read your blogs. That I comment on maybe half of the ones I read. That I enjoy spending time in your company, reading about your life. That sometimes when you share something I can relate to it helps me thorough a rough day. That I find myself often thinking about stories I read or planning to take a photo you inspired me to.
These are some of the link ups I would join every week if it had a hundred days :
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