Love and coffee

Well, I had to change my "about me" section this morning!
I am no longer almost 40, it is the real deal now.

I have three chunks of cake in my fridge, because for some reason all of my buddies who took me for dessert last night thought I should have all the leftovers!
I can't decide if I love 'em or hate 'em for that. ha ha ha

My automatic timed coffee pot clock got bumped, so my coffee was gurgling an hour earlier than necessary this morning.
I went ahead and got up.
I really like my coffee fresh!

Actually I can admit that I have a bit of an addiction problem, with coffee that is.
It is more of a love affair actually. Yes, I feel much more comfortable with that term.

My friends last night fanned the flame but supplying me with a few bags of beans. This isn't the first time I have been given beans for my birthday, and I certainly hope it won't be the last!!!
Three birthdays ago, when I was still in my thirties, a dear friend of mine gave me some coffee beans. This in turn prompted me to write a poem, which I will share with you now.

You must know before you read...
Canasta is a card game.
I am an artist.
I really, really like coffee.
I really, really can't think very clearly in the morning til I have had some.
Starbucks has certain coffee's that they only sell at certain times of the year. Look for Casi Ceilo in January, Gazebo in July, etc. These are to my palate exceptional tasting coffee's and I am so sad when the season is over and there is no more available.
I recently had a birthday and was given some coffee as a gift and wanted to pay honor to the giver. This poem had been percolating in my brain for a week, and had finally worked its way out!!


The young woman awoke, her alarm was beeping
She wished very much that she could stay sleeping
She thought
those late nights can do you in
playing canasta til 11pm

Shuffled...she did...to the kitchen with glee
having in mind a hot cup of coffee

The grinder was ready for its dasterdly deed
and accepted the beans with what seemed like greed.
She thought
Was that the last bean???

just poured from the pouch???

Her mind was a whirling, her heart was aghast
for she knew when she bought them that they wouldn't last.

The taste of summer comes but once a year
in a bag called Gazebo, from a Starbucks found near.

The beans...
then the water... she pushed on thru her stupor
then with a press of the button she felt like a trooper

The counter, it managed to just hold her up
while she was waiting for the very first cup

The dripping of that first gorgeous brown drop
caught her attention, so she chose a cup

The sugar
the cream
and a spoon for the stirring
created a stillife which set her mind again whirling.

The gurgle...
you know just the sound
signaled the end...it was almost profound.

The fog of the day... it began to clear
as she sipped on the beverage that she holds so dear.

Her birthday she celebrated just the day before
with a surprise
and good friends
and oh so much more.

A thought...
it struck her mind like a hammer
her heart skipped a beat,
and to her gifts she did clamor.

There...
in a bag...
nestled in lightly
a gift of Gazebo, she grabbed on to one tightly.

Lovingly she carried the pouch to its new harbor,
settling it there with just a hint of ardor.

with a sigh she returned to her cup of brew,
wondering what other dangers she must yet go thru.

Face them she could, that much she knew
with good friends and a God that would carry her through.


I went to bed last night really feeling the love!
From my husband and kids, to all of my Facebook friends, my church family, and my buddies...I was showered with Birthday wishes yesterday and just felt like I was walking on sunshine!
I really like being me, right where I am, right now at this time.

I am blessed.