Ah, coffee time. After a week off I really need a double-double. But I'm going to settle for this intimate one french press style.
Taking a week off means I have so much to say I don't know where to begin. So, if we were meeting for coffee today I would start by telling you we have been mobile. We have hung out with new and old friends
a gargoyle or two
and a very gangster-y dog named Capone.
We have done our best to keep the vineyards in business
bought new shoes
landed on the moon
rode a snapping turtle
and been thoroughly searched.
We have swung on swings built for giants
made our way through elaborate natural labyrinths
been chased by crocodiles
availed and relieved ourselves for days on end on compost toilets
and in outhouses
We have held tight to the concept of world peace
waited on chickadees
and jumped off of docks.
We have left behind rocks
and bits of our hearts
We wished on a rainbow
took a chance on breakfast
mourned our ravaged tomato plant
laughed at a Christmas tree car
sat in the hot tub
tried to get a bit of culture under our belts
and drove over 500 kilometers to find Montreal steamies.
We have had good news and not so good news and been in full throttle of life. Oh and yeah, we have had our share of coffee.
If we were meeting for coffee today I would tell you that I have been Home Alone for 36 hours straight now, the first time that has ever happened in eight and a half years. I would tell you that at first it was a bit unnerving and I just paced around the empty rooms but now I'm kind of revelling in the selfishness being alone for a stretch of time allows. I would tell you that my heart is heavy with school starting up next week, I'm not ready for another ten months of the kind of lifestyle that brings nor the kind of weather that the segue into the school year will ultimately bring. If we all hold the thought, maybe we can turn back the clock a month so I could do all of this over again. But then you would tell me that I need to just be in my moment and embrace it and deep down I would know you are right. Then we would head over to Amy's Lucky Number 13 and see if there is any of that chocolate pie left over from her birthday.