A Cup of Coffee and Thee

Talk about desperation. There we were, staring at the falling drops of rain, thinking of ways to cross the street to get to a cup of coffee and a piece of donut. Staring across the street when right behind us is another coffee shop, that also sells donuts. Sometimes we just want the things that are so much more difficult to gain.

On the other hand, the very near coffee shop sells a more expensive cup than the one across the street. Which makes me think that maybe, getting that seemingly very far and very unattainable cup across the street is a more practical move. Sometimes, we are driven not only by wants and needs but also by what we can afford to lose.

So what did we do? We waited for the rain until it became random drops. Then we carefully crossed the street towards that cup and donut that await us. Sometimes, it takes another hand to hold us so that we can get to what we truly want.

Care for another cup?

Closet Queen

I just have to write about this.

Last Wednesday, a dear friend gave a me a grand tour of her Mom's closet. Nope, there's no lion, nor a witch, but oooh! What a wardrobe! Suffice it to say that I have never seen and I don't think I will ever see a more organized wardrobe as her Mom's. Just about everything is in their proper place. Every shirt, pair of pants, shoe, and suit, knows where it belongs in the grander scheme of closet things. In this world, sleeveless blouses don't mingle with tailored suits. Blues are not to mix with reds. My friend assures me she is never going to be like her Mom but as I entered her own room. . . Well, let me just say she's really trying not to be like her, BUT.

And I mean this as a compliment.