Coffee Cups 162, 163, and 164
Posted by Lloyd Y. Asato | Filed under Poetics of Peet's
It is Monday and it is cold.
It is Monday and it is cold. It is cold and I am unprepared for how cold it is here. We are still splitting time betwee the old house and the new apartment. The blankets and supplies are still at the house. We are heading there after work. Ah, work. Monday begins the workweek - unless you had to work the weekend like me. But, the bakery is open on Mondays and I head down for a surprise. The bakery downstairs is a contract bakery for Starbucks. I knew that, but I never really knew what that meant. What I found when I went down, were wonderful breads and cookies, and those almond bear claws, and cinnamon rolls - all fresh and tasty. Unlike the stale stuff Starbucks passes off if you do not time a visit just right. I buy a bag then head upstairs for pastries and Peets with Presh.
It is Monday and the DVR is back at the house. Cable installation cannot be scheduled yet. The cableco will call us back when they can schedule the transfer. When I first moved here fourteen months ago, it was just about a month before we got cable and broadband set up. Presh was cleaning up the old place while I set up the new. Here we are about a year later and moving again. We spent most of the late 80s and 90s moving from place to place as gigs and projects came available. We settled down for awhile but the wanderlust has found me again and I am enjoying the new. I sat in a very quiet house this morning, no CNN or morning babble just the hum of an old fridge and the beeping of reversing delivery trucks. At last count I had three West Wings and maybe ten Two Guys and a Girl plus Charlotte Sometimes to watch on the DVR. 162.
It is Monday and I have no chocolates. One of the joys, and there were few joys, about working for a Japanese company was that the girls in the office gave me chocolates for Valentine’s Day. It is bizarre how things get translated. I relate this story every year to Presh, and every year I get no chokos. That is probably why I picked up a chocolate croissant from the bakery downstairs. White Day is when the girls get their treats from the guys. I was told that the proper gift on White Day is white panties. I was told that and I believed them. I am much more skeptical these days and there is the Internet. Turns out they were not kidding me. 163.
It is Monday and it is cold. 164.