It is Wednesday. Mid-week. Hump day. My day off. I am a blob. Started out this fine sunny day with energy, and spirited to-dos…got the meds down the dog (surgery recovery), the plants watered, the bills paid…even managed to finish the laundry and create a lovely, light, fresh lunch. And now, I am …EXHAUSTED! What… Continue reading ~writing from blobville~
Shaken. Stirred. Smothered. It has been a bit of a noodle; this month of March. Wait. Add in February, too. Year in, Year out, these months test me. Weird situations occur, that I handle in ways I later regret. My nerves are edgy. My usual quite amazingly wise and stoic tolerance becomes irrationally depleted. I… Continue reading ~escaping the vortex~
If we were having coffee, I would meet you in the local shop…the one I just found! The one that reminds me of the restaurant I once shared with my best friend…years ago, in a mountain town. This charming spot to sit and write, meet friends, or have lunch, is in downtown Melbourne. It is… Continue reading ~if we were having coffee~
If we were having coffee, we would be stuck at my house. Sorry. It has been one of THOSE weeks. As you noticed, my little mini-sharpei has had some surgery. Without explaining too far, just know she is doing well, but we are still awaiting results of two lumps that had to be removed. Nervous… Continue reading ~if we were having coffee~
If we were having coffee~this overcast Saturday…. We would be sitting beach-side, and awaiting the sun to appear. It shall, you know, and heat up the covered patio to an almost intolerable temp. I love this, though, don’t you? The ability to watch ocean tides while scribbling daring adventures and shady shenanigans in notebooks. How… Continue reading If we were having coffee~
My projects have been resurrected from the procrastination graveyard. I have been bad, you see. I shall admit my negligence. I offer excuses, and you give me ‘that look’. Not buying my blubbering on about the ‘other job’ taking all my time, family visits, illness, or general crankiness. YOU know this is my whining.
I love weekends! And especially when we get to sneak off, avoid the kids/husbands, and have coffee together! How has your week been? Did you get the writing goals done? Did you get that pesky character sketch fleshed out? Or did the character just need to die?!! Our morning here, outside the little coffee cafe… Continue reading ~If we were having coffee~
If we were having coffee this weekend…I would brag about this sage tree…(Are they trees?). This one is and lives on my patio. It blooms periodically, actually quite frequently which surprises me. It serves two purposes..one it attracts bees (we know this is good!) and it serves to make me aware. See, I don’t know… Continue reading Our weekend coffee~ the sage
If we were having coffee, I would offer you a windjacket. The wacky, weathered, beachy grill we have chosen for our respite is a bit breezy today. Open to the Indian River view, it crawls down the hillside toward a campsite of beach chairs and picnic tables. The waiters are prepared today, wrapped in sweaters… Continue reading ~If we were having coffee~
If we were having coffee today, I would settle us both out on the shop’s patio. The vintage table would squeak a bit, and the lollipop painted metal chairs would beckon our weary bones. We would have been back from watching a parade for Memorial Day, pausing for a quick libation before our trek back… Continue reading If we were having coffee on a holiday~
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