Alas Poor Coffee

Tragedy and woe struck the house. Wailing and lamenting, not to mention mourning took place.

Sure to those on the outside it might have seemed a bit much, but loss impacts us all differently. Some people are open with their emotions and grief cycle, and others are more stoic.

Beloved asked if he should say a few words as we stared at the horror at our feet. A cup of delicious coffee, properly adjusted to suit my taste, was puddling into the rug as it filled the air with its heavenly perfume.

Okay so perhaps that is a bit much for a cup of coffee, but when you adore and love coffee the way I do, this is a wasted of such potential. Potential to make me content and properly caffeinated for the day.

The dog joined our circle of mourning, he glanced up at beloved and then myself as though trying to figure out what was going on. He assessed things on his doggie level and then decided he needed to do something.

He moved towards the puddle we were attempt to clean up and showed us how it’s done. He started to lick the puddle, just to taste I’m certain. And then to roll in it, because what dog doesn’t want to be perfumed with fine coffee?

Beloved opted to deal with the dog, we needed to get him out of the house before he sprayed the room further with coffee and I cleaned up the puddle.

Alas poor coffee, I barely knew you, barely tasted your robust flavor. Hut you will be with us for a while, as we try to get you completely put of the carpet. Until that time your scent will linger and hover, like e ghost of one who has died with unfinished business.

Monster Types

When I was a child, monsters lived under the bed, partied in the closet and invited the witches in wall to dance on my ceiling.

Of course the minute I called my parents into my room for monster duty everything was calm again. Once the door was closed,the monsters would ooze or creep out of where they had gone to hide and it would all start up again.

But as typically happens,somewhere along the line those monsters melt away, drift off to visit another child and the nights become better. Oh sure I still had worries once the monsters left, but bees were different. These were more sinister.

The dreaded math formulas would haunt me at night, teasing and daring me to sleep a deep sleep. They knew, oh how they knew, that if they just waited, just there at the edge I wouldn’t be able to rest deeply.

As I got older, they brought their friends, chemistry formulas and physics. They wouldn’t come up and scare me, they allowed me to scare myself just thinking about them.

And now, older still I realize none of that stuff is really all that scary. The scary stuff is the stuff of life, and in some cases death. Bills can become huge monsters that seem to eat humans. Ill health casts dreadful spells upon your whole being. Finances, or rather the thoughts of them, ensure you never rest as peacefully as you should.

It is true, most children have vivid imaginations when it comes to monsters. Adults do not need to have vivid imaginations for their monsters because the real world brings them right to our door, sometimes sliding them right into our houses without being asked.

Sure the bill monster looks like a lightweight piece of paper that we can surely rip up and destroy. But some people know that isn’t true, that piece of paper weighs far more than you would ever suspect and ripping it isn’t going to do anything, because it just grows bigger and stronger.

Maybe finances don’t frites you, but I come with a healthy aversion to numbers so they need no special powers of outfits.

Ill health, for me looks like a shape shifting wolf at steals into my life just when I think I have things under control. But it also comes in the disguise of blood tests, frowns on the faces of doctors, needles and so on. Sometimes they appear as altered blood cells, and other times as something I cannot even see, like a ghost in my body.

At least when I was young, those monsters couldn’t hurt me and they could be chased away. The math monsters and their friends? I can handle them I can scare them away with Shakespeare and Twain. There are moments that I yearn for those days again, when things were simpler and the monsters could be tamed.

Does anyone want to trade monsters? 🙂

Disconnecting To Connect

A friend had recently gone on some type of leadership/team bonding session for her work. When she came back we went for coffee and she shared her experience with me.

The group included her boss, some peers and several other high levels of management. The session included a day spent on an obstacle course, another day saw the employees on a ropes course and the final day included an intense round of tug of war.

She said that they were forbidden from taking their laptops, cells phones and tablets. This session was all about them working together, building on team work and human interaction because, according to the experts that is something that is lacking in our modern world.

When I came home, I told Beloved all about my friend’s experience and wondered, aloud how this would help them work as a team. If anything it would take me back to my early years in school, when you had to do things with everyone and play nice. Beloved pointed out that the workplace expects us all to be able to work together, but people don’t normally play nice.

I also wondered how being forced to spend 3 days and nights with coworkers and not have the distractions if the internet or calls home would impact a person. I can’t see myself suddenly enjoying everyone all that much more.

Beloved decided we should give this “diet” a try. He unplugged the televisions, took batteries out if cellphones, removed routers and such and decided we could just enjoy each other without the distractions of every day life. Friends took wagers on how long we would last and who would cave first.

The first few hours we were nice, we talked and just enjoyed each other. The next few hours found us with a puzzle. After that there was of course cooking and then, well long hours stretched ahead. Books were read, more conversations here or there, puzzles completed and finally a comfortable silence settled in. I knew I wouldn’t feel exactly the same way if I was forced into this with coworkers. But I also knew that if I were with coworkers I wouldn’t be in just a house with them. There would be activities to do, but dismal weather had us in the house.

There is something to being disconnected from all the immediate distractions of the world, the television and internet for example. It’s nice to just reconnect to people face to face over conversation without any interruptions. But don’t get me wrong, I like my cellphone and access to the internet.

Of course this doesn’t mean we won’t be disconnecting any more because we have decided we want to disconnect a few times in he year so that we can simply reconnect with each oer.

Cookies of Peace

Ask almost any child or even most adults, and the truth is, sometimes chocolate is the answer. Combine that chocolate with cookies and surely the key to finding world peace and such us within our grasp.

Don’t believe me? Oh ye of little faith, obviously you haven’t started to make chocolate chip cookies any time recently. I, on the other hand, attempted (yes that’s the correct word) to make said chocolate chip cookies recently.

I’ve shared, probably to freely, my experiments in the kitchen, my disasters of grand promotions, but chocolate chips cookies are my thing. Chocolate chip cookies, I can do this, I do this!

So anyway back to the whole making of the chocolate chip cookies, I had combined all my ingredients into the bowl and was getting ready to put that delicious looking dough into cookie sheets when a beloved came home with some friends. All university professors, all distinguished in their fields and all turned into little boys. Yep each one of them after washing their hands sampled the raw dough.

After sampling said dough, they retreated into the yard to have drinks and discuss something from university. I on the other hand finished baking my cookies and then strictly for quality control purposes sampled one while the chocolate was all ooeey gooey and just right.

Cue the grown men who turned back to wee boys to enter the house for, yep you guessed it, cookies and milk, to eat outside.

Heated discussions settled into sowing else and cookies and milk were devoured. And that’s when it occurred to me, the answer to us all getting along comes in chocolate chip cookies and milk and sunshine.

Maybe in the next beauty pageant, one of the contestants will make chocolate chip cookies. She will no doubt win the title and crown and hopefully go on to work on world peace.

As for me, well I think I will go for a walk after all I’ve consumed some of those cookies too!

Seeing The Bewitching Sea-Witch

Apparently, if I were in the Disney version of “The Little Mermaid” I wouldn’t be a mermaid at all. Not even a cute fish friend or a singing crab.

No friends, nothing like that. Instead it appears I would be Ursula, the sea-witch. I know some people would be upset if they were determined to be a sea-witch, but not me.

You see in the movie, she has the tentacles of an octopus, flamboyant makeup and a personality of sorts to match. Plus part of me enjoys the villainous side of this character.

She reminds me of an opera singer who is anything but what we would expect. She is loud, she is flashy and she is a woman who knows what she wants. Further to that, she knows how to get what she wants, at least she will scheme to try to get it.

Ursula doesn’t bother trying to conform to the slender and fashionable way of Ariel. Oh no, not Ursula! Instead she marches, or rather glides, to her own tune. She is confident in her own style and her own fashion.

So you see friends, I’m rather okay with being Ursula the sea-witch!

Escaping Lupus

Beloved carried me outside, set me in a chair before heading back to the house for tea.

A lovely day with the sun out, the birds singing and gently breezes carrying the sweetly perfumed air to me. Home from the hospital, but not really able to take care of myself, Beloved decided I needed fresh air. The dog stayed by me, not even going to Beloved when he came back with our tea.

“Let nature soothe you, allow it to be the balm that helps heal,” he said as he passed me some tea. I knew what he meant, just being out and enjoying the simple things would help to at least heal my wounded spirit.

The thing with serious chronic illnesses is that not only do we have to cope with the physical disabilities it brings, even if those are only temporary, but also the emotional upheaval and turmoil that comes with the flares.

I’m fortunate that to know in don’t have to face lupus alone, not completely. I have friends who support me as best they can, loved ones who take care of me when I stubbornly insist “it’s nothing” and a medical team who goes through the ups and downs of this horrible illness with me.

I try to remember that at times friends and loved ones need a break from lupus, away from my issues. I do not begrudge them this, I just wish I could do the same. Instead I take mental breaks from lupus, I ignore it until I can no more and I always hold days like this one in my memory so when lupus is more active I can take a brief escape into my memories.

What Happens

There is something about a slightly rotund tummy on a small wiggly child that just demands to be tickled. And somehow this is okay, for people to tickle those rotund, sweet little tummies and listen to those cute little giggles and squeals of delight.

Try doing that with an older child and those giggles stop. Of course people will look at you like you are crazy too. And you are lucky if it’s just a look and no further actions is taken.

Try doing the same on an adult, either male or female, and be prepared for a violent response. Be it verbal or physical. Perhaps a trip to jail. Especially if you try this on a stranger!

Tiny little tootsies ask to be kissed. Older kids and adults, well let’s just say stinky feet may be if issue and very few people are open to having their tootsies kissed. Again try this with a stranger at your own risk!

Why are these things okay to do with a small baby and a toddler and then it stops? Do these innocent things suddenly become something else, something evil? Do we change how we view them or do we simply out grow them?