Sunday, September 02, 2012


I arose early this morning and scooped coffee in the maker. I closed my eyes and let the aroma of freshly ground dark roast coffee beans waft gently up through my nasal canal and on to points north.
The smell of coffee in the morning sends me. A freshly brewed carafe of good coffe is like poetry in a cup.
I finally managed to pull myself away from the kitchen and slip on my some sneakers. Each time I put my shoes on, the dogs start bouncing off the walls because that means something's about to happen. They're not sure what but it usually involves something they enjoy.
I let them out, and Caillou lept off the steps and was on an unsuspecting squirrel in a heartbeat. Rocky scurried up a safe distance up a nearby tree and started saying bad things about Caillou's mother (or that's what it sounded like to me).
I stepped down to the road to fetch the morning papers for Jilda. When she lived at home with her parents, her dad did that for her every Sunday morning. No one else was allowed to open the paper until Jilda had her first look.
I liked that story so much, that I've continued the tradition through the years. It was tough waiting on her to get up this morning because I knew the paper was chocked full of stories about the game last night.....the game I watched. But I waited.
We invited Jilda's sister, her brother and her nieces over for ribs this evening. She'w working tomorrow, so we thought we'd celebrate Labor Day today. It was fun.
I hope you all have a remarkable Labor Day. If you're on the road, travel safe.


  1. Glad Jilda has first read of the paper! Yay!! Take care

  2. Anonymous12:16 PM

    Nothing like that first wonderful cup of the day.

  3. I don't drink coffee but I do like the smell! The sound of ribs on a grill has me re-thinking a chicken thawing in my sink..hmmmmmm Have a great day!

  4. I don't like to drink coffee, but I adore the odor.



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