Where I ramble about my coffee shop

I have some time away from work and I’ve indulged myself today. I’m at the coffee shop in the town near our home and it’s just so lovely to sit here, sip away at my coffee while the soft chatter of other patrons rambles on.

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There’s something so friendly about coffee shops. The atmosphere is relaxed, there’s the scent of coffee everywhere and some soft music in the background. Just lovely.

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(credit:Pixabay)

My hubby is coming and he’ll want to do things but, for right now, I can indulge in just sitting, sipping coffee and writing. Hm…

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(credit:7 Themes)

This particular coffee shop is filled with funny, quirky little characters who never seem to leave. There’s a young man who talks incessantly to anyone who sits near him. There’s an odd, elderly woman who always comes in to do the daily crossword and gets upset if anyone else takes her seat. There’s a ragged man who refuses to listen to the sign at the window and comes in every day to use the bathroom but never gets a drink. And there are always a couple of teens laughing and tapping on their phones. They’re trying to look sophisticated and worldly but fail miserably when they sneak a look around to see who’s watching.

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(credit:java-nation.com)

The food isn’t particularly very good here or cheap but no one cares. The gift of the place is the massive windows dominating one side of the store that face downtown and let people sit by to dream, read, write or chat. There’s a fireplace at the end, but no one really sits there. Instead, everyone wants the seats by the ceiling-to-floor windows. The shop inhabitants often sit nearby and when those seats become available they pounce, moving with impressive speed.

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(credit:Church Designer Magazine)

The lady who serves the coffee is Tori. She’s been here for years and years and knows everyone. The pay isn’t great in this place, but Tori doesn’t care. Like most of the patrons, she loves to chat. Talking to her is like getting the local version of Entertainment Tonight.

Oh, here’s the washroom-using-man. Right on time. 😀

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(credit: Natural Health 365)

 

Weekend Ramblings

It’s Saturday morning, I have my beloved cup of coffee and a croissant in front of me and things haven’t looked this good all week. Is there anything better than a lazy weekend morning?

We’re getting snow. I can tell not just by the weather report, the dogs are going nuts with glee. These are most definitely snow dogs. If I ever had any doubts, the last couple of days confirmed it. It’s getting colder and colder and the more the temperature drops, the more they like to go out. At night, when it’s pitch dark and freezing, I can’t get them in the house. I plead, beg and finally promise them treats to get them indoors. Today, early in the morning with the layer of frost, they couldn’t wait to wake me and get out there to do whatever it is you do when you’re a snow dog.

On other news, we finally got more earth for the poor plant that Ocean was eating away. I don’t know if I shared this, but her royal fluffiness likes to eat dirt, as in earth and, instead of eating it from the earth on the ground outside, she likes it from our poor plant. She’s already responsible for the death of a former plant of ours and she’s working towards killing this new one. I’ve gotten more dirt for it but it’s only more delicious treats in Ocean’s mind.

I haven’t started Christmas shopping. In fact, I try to avoid it at all costs. Instead, the last few years, I’ve been donating money to a charity of my choice. I also don’t expect any gifts back, since I don’t give them out.

I thought it was the greatest idea when I heard it. We have no kids, why are we buying presents? Well, I hadn’t counted on lovely Hubby. When I mentioned my plan to him, I swear he almost fainted. No presents? You’d think I’m asking him to donate his liver or something. So, now I try to minimize his presents but no one else gets any. Instead, I find I look around and search for a charity that I really care about this year. It might be the Humane Society, the Salvation Army, a reading group for children…anything as long as they’re doing something good for others. And they get what I would normally spend on presents. It honestly feels much better than trying to guess what bath product I can give to my friends.

Finally, our old toilet died and we’ve replaced it. We have an awesome handy guy (more like a friend) who comes in and helps us out by fixing whatever needs doing in our home. He’s name is Shane and he’s tall, lanky and super kind. The sort of person you’re so glad you meet because you realize what a treasure they are.

We tried to find a replacement for our old toilet but I never knew there were so many choices.  From flushing to water usage to shape of bowl to height of said bowl to colour to the gods only know what else. After a while, staring at all the toilets at the store, my head started to swim. All I wanted was one that worked. Somehow that seemed too easy a condition.

Completely bewildered, we let our trusty Shane make the very important decision and off we went.

Turns out Shane is very tall because he has impossibly long legs. So, as well as very new and clean, our toilet is high. As in very high. As in leg-dangling above the ground high.

So now we’re looking for a foot rest.