Visions

Like most people, I love the weekend. I look forward to lazy days, getting stuff done around the house days, help with minion patrol, sleeping in (I wish!) not having to get dressed unless I really want to, long runs, eating breakfast and having slow sips of coffee. Those no agenda days are simply bliss in a week filled with schedules, homework, and early bed times.

Routine has its place, to be sure, but so do big pots of simmering soup, fluffy sweaters, porch sitting and time to just be. I love the idea of Saturdays, the promise of them. Sadly, my vision of a great lazy weekend morning is never the same as my family’s.

Case in point: my son.

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That sleeping in idea?! Pffft! Sleep is overrated if you ask my daughter whose sole mission in life is to ensure no one sleeps past 5:45 a.m. This little gem was at 7 a.m.:

Then of course after all that muddy fun, we had to clean up!

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Hosing her down, I realize it’s now time to do laundry, throw her in a bath and possibly the dog, too. So much for that comfy sweater and a warm cup of coffee…that cup has long since gone cold!

Addict? Who Me?!

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In a recent daily prompt, they want us to discuss something addicting.

Coffee is my thing.

As in, I’m typing this and extremely irritated (total FWP) that I am out of cream. I don’t do straight coffee. I don’t do caramel-macchiatto-extra-whip-ice-cream-in-disguise drinks either. Espresso is fine, just not my thing in general. (I will have a Pumpkin Spice Latte once every fall though. It really is like drinking a pumpkin pie….yum!) Over the course of the last year and a half, I’ve learned a thing about coffee from my sister and brother-in-law who are coffee roasters.

There are many ways to “do coffee”. Pour over, french press, good ‘ol coffee maker, Keurig, Gevalia, etc. I like my Keurig for many things. Not especially for coffee. I like my own freshly ground french press with half and half. No sugar, no flavors. Just coffee with cream. I love the way it warms my face as the cup tips to my lips. I love the smell of coffee in the morning. I love to drink it out of my happy mugs. I really love the whole ritual. Here’s what I do:

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That frothy foam is my favorite!

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And, yum.

Am I an addict? Well, I just spent a half an hour writing this post about drinking coffee and the way I like it. I’ll leave that determination up to you.

Cheers!