{Virtual Coffee}

If you came over for coffee today I would say, "enter at your own risk" because we are The House of Pox. Actually, we (the Royal "we") are not so bad anymore, the Pox having peaked over the weekend. But I have a bit of cabin fever. We have had a string of sunny days - if two can be called a string, but it feels like it at any rate - and have been waking up to this beautiful golden light in the mornings.

And, speaking of waking up, for my next reincarnation I want to have a name as delicious as this one:

instead of my generic North American one. I love how this name sounds rolling off my tongue and we've been debating in the house its possible origins. We've more or less boiled it down to a Russian/Asian combination but you might tell me you think it's a fictitious name made up by an aspiring writer who makes his or her living as a real estate agent. I would laugh at your imagination and say as this person I would just love to be on the phone with a government official and have them ask me, "can you spell that for me please?" Sometimes the real pleasures are the simple ones like reading a name on a For Sale sign.

If we were meeting for coffee today I would tell you an impromptu party broke out here on Saturday afternoon as a few of the locals with kids flocked chez nous for the opportunity to catch chicken pox. It certainly made Riley feel better knowing that all these adults wanted their kids to have what he has, even if he doesn't really want it himself.

If we were meeting for coffee today I would tell you that I was really startled by the white of my feet on the mat this morning. I know that for some time we have been sporting our extreme winter shade of white but good grief, I think we are glowing in the dark. What a relief to feel that spring isn't far, to feel the sun and to hear the melting snow tinkling down the street into the sewer where I always felt it belonged in the first place. No secrets here, I'm a winter scrooge.

If we were meeting for coffee today I would tell you I had a mini revelation this week which I can't really put into words but it was a personal Big Truth encompassing how we really can not know what goes on in the minds of the people around us yet at the same time how truly interdependent we are. See, I told you it wouldn't make sense but if I can pin it down in plain language I'll call you up and tell you.

If we were meeting for coffee today we would make another date for Thursday so we could have some green coffee in honour of the Saint. Until then we will have to head over to Amy's Lucky Number 13 and have some regular joe.