About facebook

I am not all that comfortable with my facebook presence. I'm sure it's because I am used to communicating the old-fashioned way by e-mailing or texting. ( I can't even believe I just said that!) But Sarah showed me a trick about how to avoid reading some of the posts that take up lots of room (did I say that kindly enough?) so I'll hang on for a while longer. I can easily see, however, how people get addicted to this process. I find myself checking to see what's going on a couple of times per day (this seems like plenty of times, don't you think?) So I'll keep in touch with my peeps using a combination of social media along with an occasional snail mail which feels very comfortable indeed. (Great picture of the praying mantis, Brian! That seems like a good thing to show on facebook!)

On My Mind

I took a chance and looked into my own mind this morning to try to pin down what I am thinking about today. The first identifiable thought had to do with coffee probably because I was several cars back in the drive thru line at Dutch Bros. Their coffee is between okay and good mostly because it's not always hot. But their store is convenient on my way to campus so I get a little bit excited just to have some store brewed coffee in hand as I finish my drive. Then there's Starbucks. I love the whole Starbucks atmosphere and you can find it in all its familiarity just about any where you go in the USA. Sometimes I even become a Starbucks rat when I need a place to work other than at my own desk at home. All the other coffee houses have decent enough coffee and it's interesting to hear what loyal customers have to say. I have to tell you, though, I had my all time best latte yesterday at the little espresso bar outside Nordstrom. The coffee was absolutely perfect: rich, aromatic and flavored just precisely as I ordered it "easy on the syrup." The barista was a charming not so young man who called me " My Dear." How pleasantly old-fashioned it was. And speaking of baristas, let me return to thoughts of Dutch Bros. The one I patronize at the top of the hill has a to-die-for sexy young coffee maker who winks at me and calls me, "darlin'." I go back sometimes just to get an eye and earful of him.

I'm also heavily thinking about removing my presence from facebook. More on that another time.