Hello dear readers, thank you for stopping by for some strong brew and some good conversation. A lot has happened since we last sat down and I’d love to catch you up. If you don’t mind, it will be cold brew again. I’ve grown to like the convenience of it and since I have figured out the ratio of either equal parts milk and cold brew with lots and lots of ice or one-third each cold brew, water, and milk, the jitters and stomach aches have been relieved.
We’ll stay inside if you don’t mind that too. It is supposed to a hot one today, and the beating sun can already be felt. My phone is telling me it is already 90 degrees out and still climbing. In a few hours, it will start to get very uncomfortable in my house, even with the evaporative cooler.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that, luckily, in a few hours I will be out celebrating Father’s day with my dad, his wife, my sister, and her kids. We’re not doing anything too crazy, just going to a fun little Mongolian grill that has become our default place to meet. I wish my other sister and my brother could be there too, but she’s in another state, and he has to work.
I suspect the one sister I see today will be leaving to live in another state soon too. I’ve known for awhile that the day would be coming—her husband has already left to find work and housing—but part of me still hoped something would happen, a change of heart maybe, that would keep her and my niece and nephew here. It’s going to be very hard to be so far away from them.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that despite a busy schedule and my feelings and fears about the Orlando shooting, I was able to go out and celebrate Pride weekend last night. I won’t lie to you; it wasn’t an easy decision.
Yesterday afternoon my girlfriend and I had a talk about how we felt and whether we wanted to stay home or go. It’s easy to say that if you don’t go then, they win but is another to consider that you could be putting yourself and your loved one in danger. I know my fear is out of proportion to the chances of anything like that happening again, but I can’t help thinking that not one of those victims probably thought the chance of it happening to them was very high either.
We did go out, though. It was too important to celebrate. It was too important to be around people who would understand how I felt. There was a point in the night when someone set off fireworks in the lot next to the club we went to. It scared the crap out of me. We all agreed it was a cruel trick, and no one blamed anyone else for having been afraid.
I’m glad I went. I had a great time, and I only wish more of my friends could have made it.
If we were having coffee, I would want to move on to a lighter conversation. Too many emotions wrapped up in that one.
If we were having coffee, I would ask you if you have watched any of the new seasons of Orange is the New Black yet? If yes, what episode are you on? If no, why the hell not? I’m on episode 12, almost done. I watched all day yesterday before Father’s Day gift shopping late in the evening when it had begun to cool down outside.
I’ll try not to give too much away but season 4 has been pretty good. More revealing of the inhuman treatment prisoners often receive, the ways they are set up to fail, and the ways they are forgotten. It reminds me of a movie I watched just a bit ago on the Stanford Prison Experiment. Guards think they are better by virtue of having been made guards. They don’t see prisoners as people, and they don’t consider how easily they could have been one themselves.
Watch the season and let me know what you think!
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that while my work schedule has alternated between nothing at all and very very busy, my girlfriend’s never seems to leave a state of always on the clock, always in crises mode, and always more work to be done.
I’m glad we finally decided to plan and book a long weekend trip to the hot springs. We still have to get through this week of work, but after that, I’ll be out until next Wednesday. We’ll spend the time soaking in warm mineral water, checking out a few cave tours, and sleeping and more sleeping.
It isn’t the most exciting vacation, but we have a camping trip two weekends after that so we couldn’t go all out. There may be a longer trip in October. We’re hoping to get out of state and see a bit of the world we never have before.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I’m not sure what will happen with the blog while I am gone. Part of me likes the idea of staying up late in a quiet hotel room and writing. I may put the blog on hold and work on some other writing instead. There are a few “Call for Submissions” I’ve wanted to submit work to, a few poems that are only half completed, and a bit of novel writing can be done too.
Speaking of the blog, I’d like to thank, and welcome all my new followers. I continue to be surprised and honored that people care enough to like, comment, or follow anything I have to say. I hope to keep learning, doing better and better, and being useful and helpful to you all. I hope you will keep reading, giving feedback, and inspiring me with the conversations we have and, for some, the writing I see you doing as well.
Thank you again.
If we were having coffee, I would say that I have taken up enough of your time with my musing and rambling, and I’d thank you again for stopping by. I love our little chats; it’s nice to look back on the week, to organize my thoughts around the events of my life, and to share them with you.
I hope you are doing well. I hope your week was a good one and if you have a moment, please, leave a comment and let me know what you’ve been up to. If you’ve written a coffee chat of your own I’d like to know that too, drop a link and I’ll check it out.
Until next time, take care of yourself :)
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