Saturday, April 11th, 2009

While Paige was at her hairapy appointment at Phase 3, I was three doors down at Cherry Street Coffee House (pictured above) on First Avenue in Belltown.
I started drinking coffee again when I went to visit my Aunt for the last time before she passed away. Early in the morning on the day that I was supposed to leave, I was in the maternity ward fawning over baby Lily for the first time. It was just before 3:00 am. I left for the southern Oregon Coast 6 hours later.
I couldn’t have made it through the 7 1/2 hour drive and the subsequent days in Coos Bay without being fueled by caffeine. I had a couple of late nights pondering the meaning of life and consequently spent the daytime mainlining coffee to keep me awake and alert. And let me tell you, it was not easy. Hospital coffee sucks. In fact, the coffee in the entire city of Coos Bay sucks. The coffee there is only palatable with 4 sugar packets and 2 shakes of Coffeemate. So disgusting, I know.
I had been trying to temper my consumption after the trip, but when I went up to Vancouver, espresso doppio became my best friend. It has been a slippery slope since … I really do love some good coffee. And c’mon, I’m in Seattle – where there’s multiple coffee shops on each block. It’s was only a matter of time before I fell off the wagon.
Tags: coffee, coffee shops, paige, seattle
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Sunday, March 29th, 2009
One of the things that my “on the whim” tarot card dealing, numerology crunching, fortune telling, psychic in Vancouver told me to do was start writing from somewhere other than home. She seem to think it was pretty important for my creative process and was insistent that if I wasn’t going to travel anytime soon, I better start getting out of the house more.
So like all the other Seattle writers sitting in coffee shops, I am here like a jackass writing my blog post, just like the asshole next to me. Oh, I feel so cliche. But like all things kismet, the barista-cum-dj, has just put in the New Edition cd and the whole coffee shop has erupted in simultaneous laughter – myself not withstanding. And thus far, I am instantly happier listening to the high pitched crooning of Bobby Brown and Bell Biv Devoe.
I know all of you may think that I am drinking the koolaid and jumped the proverbial shark. But given that I am not religious, I have to get my tenets of spirituality somewhere. It is Sunday, afterall.
Tags: coffee shops, divination
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