If you and I were having coffee this week, luxuriating in a solid hour of uninterrupted conversation, I might share a few things. Grab your cuppa’ and we’ll do it virtually. Be sure to tell me what’s new in your world in the comments. (And thank you to my blogger friend, Dale, for her inspiration on this post. I always enjoy her coffee klatch posts. She is a fellow single mom of two teenaged boys and one furry companion, yet always manages to keep it all joyful.)
If we were having coffee this morning, I would tell you that I was warmed by the sight of a woman in a very expensive sports car handing a homeless man a cup of Starbucks this morning. He was sitting near the drive-through, wrapped in a large blue blanket, his backpack at his side. I was inspired and bought him a breakfast sandwich. “Thank you for seeing me,” he said. And I know he did not mean seeing him sitting there on the curb. The tears in his eyes told me he was thankful to be seen as a human being who deserved kindness. “Let’s both have ourselves a good breakfast, shall we?” I said to him. Upon driving away, Three Dog Night’s “Joy to the World” started playing on satellite radio. Apropos, don’t you think? From my lofty position as an armchair world leader, I am sure this is how we will change the world. One minute act at a time. En masse.
As we broke down and ordered the scones we swore we would not order (what is coffee without scones, really?), I would tell you that I am soon to unleash a Latin lover on the world. Hold tight to your daughters, friends. My eldest—the boy who for years had no game—now has his motorcycle license (courtesy of his father, not me) and is learning to master a stick-shift car. If you’re not a car aficionado, the stick-shift may not make sense to you, but any gearhead knows if you want to drive a REAL sports car, it must be manual. Or so my gearhead tells me. Between his engaging sense of humor, devilish smile and the speed demon bits soon to come, the girls of the world should be ready to swoon and I should break out the hair dye to hide the white hair he is giving me. Wasn’t it just yesterday that I dropped him off for high school orientation?
I would tell you that my youngest, far from having game, delights in his introvert time. That he goes through book after book at the speed of light. That he delights in his “white space,” unscheduled time where he can just moodle. And that I see so much of myself in him—the good and the bad. We are just a couple of bookworms who are a sucker for a good story. I hope it builds in him the rich inner world I built as a child.
I would tell you the list I have for my handymen is growing and I can’t count the number of times I wish I would have allowed my father to teach me how to take care of a home properly.
If you asked how I am doing after the death of a friend, I would tell you better than expected. Although I cry at the oddest times. The other day, an email came in saying a couple of links were broken on a website we had created—and it was addressed to both of us. As if she is going to take care of that now. And it made me cry, because it assumed she was still very much alive and those kinds of things were still important to her.
And finally, if you asked, I would tell you that my day to day is really bringing me joy. That I am learning to move away from that which does not bring me joy—from online dating to berating myself for what is left undone. That I am reading the most wonderful book, one it might surprise you that I like. This black-turtleneck-wearing feminist is relishing a book reminiscent of Mary Engelbreit, filled with doodles, recipes, old photos and the like. It’s a wonderful story about a woman who reinvents her life after divorce—and I have a feeling it has a happy ending. No wonder I like it so much. Martha’s Vineyard: Isle of Dreams is worth the purchase from your local bookstore.
Your turn. Do tell. I’d love to know what is going on in your world this week—what has made you happy, angry or sad. As the editor-in-chief of Gourmet, Ruth Reichl, says: “Pull up a chair. Take a taste. Come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious.”
Amen to that. And cheers to you, I say, with my coffee cup held high.
(If you’d like to see who else is available for coffee this week, check out Weekend Coffee Share here.)