I’m supposed to be working but when a post starts out with the words “Of Coffee” I have to stop and look. I looked, then read. I read, and now am sharing.
If I could like this one-hundred times I would.
If you were having coffee with me, I would as always be happy to have you stop by for a cuppa. You could sit anywhere you want as long as it’s not on my favourite seat, that’s the one closest to a charging socket with a perfect view of the TV, but there isn’t electricity anyway, so that advantage is moot.
If you were having coffee with me I would tell a crazy thing about the differences between the things we want and the things we have. We want a lot of things but end up having to come up with a compromise mostly where we settle, adapt and dream that maybe one day….
Growing up I used to fascinated with a dish drying rack such as this one, behind my maternal grandmother’s kitchen.
Chitanangare that’s what…
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