April 5, 2009
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I woke up not alert enough to deal with propane. Have I mentioned that I am still cooking on a camp stove? I decided to go out for coffee and visit my painter friend. I don’t know how much I really like her but she holds court there and she has good stories.
It’s a small place with one big round table and various other configurations. She has the same name as my Spanish buddy come to think of it and they are the same age. Only the painter is in perfect health and twice a year takes a group to Europe on a watercolor spree. She leaves for France on Tuesday.
I got my coffee and when I turned from the counter to navigate my way around the woman three chairs over from my usual seat next to the painter, those being the two comfiest chairs in the place, the painter explained to the woman that the comfy chair was mine. And she didn’t explain it she stated it.
The woman jumps up and moves to the table by the door. “There’s plenty of room,” I insist, sitting down and patting the table where her purse had been. “Come back.”
The painter now feels like a jerk probably. It was an odd and unnecessary thing to say. Usually she tries to ignore me until she’s had her first cup. She prefers to work on the crossword and after that the men start filing in and she’d rather chat them up. Plus, I rarely go these days so I was startled that she would consider it my chair.
Wow, there’s nothing selective about this post, the way I’m blathering on about my chair. I guess I wanted to point out that the painter was terse.
What I really wanted to point out was that on my way to coffee it was 32 and once I got home and had my fill of the food network it was 62. I gardened in the sunshine! That’s a first this year.
My hands are ripped up because I hate to wear gloves. For some ridiculous reason I like to feel everything. I’m feelin’ it all right. I have five slivers that need to come out. Tomorrow’s going to be even warmer and I’m planting seeds!
Comments (5)
Oh, yes, it was lovely weather here, indeed.
it’s funny that you have a place where you belong- even if you’re there all the time…. says something about her….
“I woke up not alert enough to deal with propane.”
i think we have all been there…great line.
You are having spring before we do. I think snow is even expected a tiny bit next week.
It’s kind of cute the way your spot was protected like that. For someone who holds court and tells stories there must be an audience and for some reason you were preferred. I might as well should we meet. Really, if a stranger were to place himself between us, I might be a bit of an ass if I had to in order to make him move. ha!
I like to feel things when I’m working, too. Except when I’m pruning the rosebushes or working with other briars. I don’t need to feel that!