Weekend Coffee Share, Routine and Breaking

Welcome to my Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Natalie the Explorer. It’s in the 40s here right now, but the sun shines on my back as I eat my cereal with fruit and drink my half-caff. The newly shorn Bixby wanders around looking for his toys this morning.

Shorn, but still handsome!
Turmeric chai mix sprinkled on my banana slices. Yum!

If we were having coffee, I’d thank you for waiting until Sunday, as I had a hair appointment yesterday. I’d apologize for missing our coffee chat last week, as I was finishing up some grades that were do and preparing for a night at the theatre with my boyfriend.

He surprised me a few days before, saying he wanted to make sure I had that night Free for a dinner theatre date to see  Guys and Dolls. The show and the dinner were both grand!

Last night, I convinced him to go to an Improv Comedy night with me at a Veterans Brewery. The atmosphere and ambiance are casual. I’ve only been once before. ..but I loved it! We both loved it last night, too. The comedians are everyday people; one joked about the accident that left him wheelchair bound, another about kicking cancer and what apologies she’d have to make if she didn’t make it.

Improv has a creative process, and I identify with and respect these folks, being a writer. My work occurs in isolation though, and I love sitting somewhere amidst the laughter and following a comedian’s line of thought. A nice activity for a long weekend; I sure needed this break in my routine!

I didn’t do any school work or grading yesterday which was nice. I guess that and my hair appointment forced my Sunday instead of Saturday coffee share. I’ve been keeping up with exercise, so that’s good. I’m going to church in a little while. I haven’t been regular with that, and it’s sad because that is my local extended family. The people are what keeps a church running. The faith is what starts it.

Work has me busy, weather and gray days make me tired. I’m hanging in there for Spring! Days are starting to get longer, and that really has an effect on my energy levels. I’m looking forward to Spring break and a Celtic Fest in March!

Have a great day, everyone! May the sunshine, or the promise of sunshine, spur you on!

Weekend Coffee Share: Hopes, Promises, and Dreams #NY2022

Welcome to my Weekend Coffee Share, New Year’s Day edition!

I had no idea what kind of promises or resolutions to make for this New Year. I’m not keen on New Years resolutions this year, because, out of necessity, I’ve been working on myself constantly for the past two years, first to address anxiety and self-doubt, and then to accept and address a difficult situation this past year. Still, there is one promise I can make after my New Year’s eve.

I promise to find or create fun unexpected places and ways. Last night, my boyfriend and I had dinner at a simple local eatery that had no waiting line. It was good. We started early because this sort of eatery closed at 8 p.m. Then, we walked to a wine warehouse as it was next door.

We bought nothing! We may have been the only ones leaving empty-handed on New Year’s eve! We walked through, browsing and laughing as he does a great comedy schtick on almost every life situation, especially the $66 liquor in a skull shaped bottle. It was like walking through a museum and marveling at the wonders. Guess what? It was fun! We then watched “Curb Your Enthusiasm” at his place. No fireworks needed, his neighbors were setting some off in the street. Every neighborhood in this area seems to have some fireworks this time of year. 🙂

I promise to find or let myself enjoy fun in such things as observations, window-shopping, nature, and time with loved ones. As for hope, I hope to be successful at balancing work/home life, so I can keep up retirement saving and still have time for family, loved ones, and my canine friend, Bixby. I also hope the good changes and peaceful atmosphere in my home will continue.

Dreaming of dog park days…
Hopeful!

Thank you for stopping by. I wish you a relaxing weekend and a Happy New Year!

Weekend Coffee Share, Gone to the Dogs!

Welcome to my Weekend Coffee Share, on a quiet morning that touches us lightly with a little sunshine and very little humidity. Sixty-five degrees on a morning in Northeast Florida is truly a blessing. My drink of choice is Half-caff hazelnut coffee, and Miles Davis plays in the background in my home ‘cafe.’

We are dog-sitting this weekend. Lucy, a small, energetic curly-haired dog runs around with Bixby and then sits at my feet. Bixby is not sure what’s going on. He’s used to being top-dog, the only dog. My mother is still sleeping, and he has gone back to snuggle with her. A dog for everyone! Who wouldn’t enjoy that? Just a rhetorical question.

Morning outing in the yard.

The sunshine on the house is quite lovely, and Bixby’s fluffy tail frequently expresses his enthusiasm! The dog situation this weekend is a bright spot for me. Instead of looking to the skies and wondering why, I am looking down to the ground at the creatures that were put in our care by the creator to keep us company and make us focus on living. That’s what they do, and so should we.

Dogs are exceptional companions, that’s why they make great emotional support animals. Bixby helps remind me that one does not always need to act their age, and that it is always helpful and appropriate to sniff the air on a beautiful day! It helps me forget my worries, such as why my son is not speaking to me, why my relationship went south, why so much change had to happen at once.

In fact, this Mother’s Day was the first one in which my son was not present. He is not speaking to me. My ex-husband was supposed to bring him to a restaurant and we’d all have dinner, but instead it was my ex-husband treating my mom and me to dinner with much conversation centered around my son. Not all of it though. He seemed to sensed the talk was bringing me down and changed the topic. I took Mom to the restaurant early to have a drink at the bar, though, and she enjoyed that. She likes being social.

Me and my mom, 2021. ❤

I’d have to say, though, that my Mother’s day was nice if I don’t factor in the missing element. Then, this past week at work just grew to be so stressful. It’s the end of the year, teachers are worried about testing, and the kids have the Spring fever. Ugh. So, the dogs are nice company today, and I had a nice dinner last night with an ex-boyfriend from years ago. We had kept in touch through e-mail, and I contacted him recently about all I had going on and suggested we meet-up because I always found him easy to talk to. He agreed to meet.

When one does this, it could mean let’s start a friendship again, let’s have fun, or even more. One does not have to dwell on ‘what it means’ though. We were able to talk quite easily, and that is good. We haven’t seen each other in twenty years. While I am not looking to jump into a relationship, I know when I find someone easy to talk to that I value their time. Along with female friends, I do have male friends that I talk to these days, but I don’t see them as anything but friends. I am going to give myself some space to be my own person. Reaching out though, is one thing I am getting good at. He asked lots of questions and I went through my stories while he listened.

It’s always good to have a friend who listens. It is much better to spend time with someone who knows some of your quirks as well as qualities. This is why I take this kind of chance. Hanging out with members of the opposite sex, or dating after a break-up (this time from an 11-year relationship), can cause anxiety in itself. Sometimes I have felt like I should just spend all my time with the dog and my female teacher friends and just forget socializing with the opposite sex.

In telling my stories, I found that I would lose train of thought a lot, and forget what I was talking about. My short-term memory at times seems affected in that way, and I wonder if my anxiety has caused that or if, as the doctor said, I have ADHD. If so, that means I suddenly developed it in the last few years, or it could be the brain-fog women get as they move up in the years. Ah, something else to worry about? I should just laugh it off. With my students, I sometimes call myself the absent-minded professor.

I can remember conversations from twenty years ago and moments from my childhood, but in a busy classroom or while conversing in a crowded restaurant, I can forget what I was just talking about. So, I have not lost my memory, it’s just a short-term memory thing. As I tell my students, sometimes very intelligent people can forget things, or….”I have an awful lot in my mind, sometimes something won’t take hold.” 🙂 Not making excuses at all. Repetition helps memory. I tell them that as well. It’s all part of the evolving me, no problem. I still think I’m alright. I have a lot less shame and self-judgment which leaves a lot more room for honesty.

All of this sort of fits in with my ongoing novel about Ellie, my on and off work-in-progress, as I have been more focused on working on me lately. Ellie’s story lives on, though, and is developing with everything I learn. She is not me, but I am a part of her. It’s gonna be great. 🙂

Thanks for visiting my ‘cafe’ for a coffee chat. Weekend Coffee Share is hosted every weekend by Natalie the Explorer. Have a great weekend!

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