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If we were having coffee – I’d be in my jammies

img_0367If we were having coffee this lovely Saturday, I would have started without you. I simply couldn’t wait. I awoke earlier than I’d wanted to and got started on the first cup right away. I’m actually on my third cup. It’s a small cup though, the big ones haven’t been washed yet and since it’s no longer my job to wash them, I opted for the last clean one available.

Dish duty has fallen to my youngest son, he’s not very good at his job. He’s nineteen, so it’s not like he can’t reach the sink. The least he could do is make sure I have a clean coffee cup. He KNOWS how important my coffee is to me. I did clean you a cup though, it’s one of my favorites and big enough to hold plenty of fresh brew.

I’d also beg your pardon for still being in my pajamas. I’ve no intention of taking them off until this evening when I change into clean ones before bed. It’s that kind of day.

It’s not a bad day, just a quiet, lazy kind of day. So far anyway.

Have you done much Christmas shopping yet? I realized yesterday I’d better get on that. It’s still not beginning to feel a lot like Christmas around here. I’m trying to find the spirit for it, but it’s hiding well this year. I’m lost in memories of Christmas times when our children were still children and their excitement bubbled over and found a way straight into my heart.

Oh, I spent yesterday at the book store. Alone. For several HOURS. My husband dropped me off and drove away to do his own thing. It was a silent hour and a half in before I realized I’d forgotten my phone at home. Bliss, I tell you, it was bliss. Later, when I checked my phone, there were six missed calls and three texts from one son, two texts from another, and a call from a number I didn’t recognize. It was a lovely, lovely afternoon.

We should meet for coffee at the book store sometime. It’s my happy place. Books and coffee. Perfect.

So, what’s on your Christmas wish list this year? Something special, I hope. Most of the time, my husband lets me pick out something I want and then makes me wait till Christmas to have it. Works out well for me, he usually has a couple of little somethings I don’t know about to surprise me with as well. He is ridiculously hard to buy for. I’ve known the man for thirty years, and still . . . This year we splurged on a giant new TV for him. I didn’t make him wait. Now I just have to find something to wrap up and put under the tree for him.

If I ever get the darned tree up and decorated anyway. Am I the last one without a tree? Maybe tomorrow. Unless you want to meet up at the book store for a cup, some conversation, and maybe a new book or two; I’m totally down for that . . .

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#weekendcoffeeshare – If we were having coffee . . .

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If we were having coffee, I would be the one with the biggest cup.

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Okay, maybe not, but a girl can dream . . .

If we really were having coffee, I would be grateful for the company. I usually sip my coffee in the company of the sunbeams coming through my window and the silence filling my room. I suppose sharing my morning with a friend or two would be nice every now and again.

If you asked me how my week was, my answer would likely be short, it takes me a spell to warm up to the engagement part of conversation. I would ask you about yours and listen while you told me. I really would, listen I mean. I know a lot of folks don’t to that. They look like they are, but I’m fairly certain they would fail a pop quiz regarding all you’d just said.

Maybe that’s why I don’t always talk much, I want to save what matters to me for someone who wants to hear it. I admit, sometimes my thoughts wander a bit when someone is talking to me, it’s not intentional. Usually it’s because what they are saying is superficial or tailored to what they think I want to hear. I want the real deal, you know what I mean?

So, if we were having coffee, I’d probably be on my second cup and starting to open up a bit more. The talk would certainly be centered on Thanksgiving and shopping. I would admit to staying in my pajamas all Thanksgiving day, peeking in every once in a while on my husband in the kitchen. He does the holiday cooking around here.

There was ham, a turkey breast, (we opted not to get the big bird), mashed potatoes, deviled eggs, candied yams, stuffing, and bread rolls. Not too much, not too little. Just enough for us and the three man-children still at home. You might hear a touch of sadness in my voice. I miss my daughter. I miss the large family I grew up feasting with.

I’d change the subject if no one else had. I’d tell you I went out for dog food on Black Friday. Walmart was relatively calm, the morning madness just a memory. Of course I went to Starbucks, found a ginormous coffee cup for $49.95, snapped a photo and carefully placed it back on the shelf. The day was pretty much like any other day, except what people I did encounter were ruder, which is hard to believe, especially since the day before they were in celebration mode of all they had to be thankful for.

People are weird and somewhat confusing to me. That might be why I’m having virtual coffee with whoever happens to be reading this, and if you are, I’m glad we spent a little time together . . .

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