A long month | #WeekendCoffeeShare

large and small, brown teapots

If we were having coffee together, this weekend, I would offer you some fresh, cold-brew coffee. Also, there are green and black teas, water, and some cheese to go with that. I’m heading back for a second helping, since I don’t seem able to get to sleep. Too much coffee? My formal commitments for the week were (a) to have the prep work done by the dentist for a new crown, since I’d a cavity beneath the current one, and (b) to get a picture taken and write a brief bio for a Memory Book the class organizers are putting together for our 50th College Graduation Reunion, in September.  That would be (a) like filling a tooth and (b) like pulling teeth. 

I would admit to you that I never do well with autobiographical sketches. In this case, how to encapsulate 50 years…Here’s [approximately] what I ended up with.

After graduating with a BA in philosophy and English, I spent 15 years in IT with several financial companies in programming, operations, shift lead, and regional remote payroll coordinator. In 1984 I left corporate for freelance editing/writing, retiring in 2012. In 2015, I stopped selling photo art online. Al and I celebrated our 25th anniversary in 2017. I have been writing and occasionally selling poetry since the 1970s, and have served as a volunteer in and contributor to the international Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Association since 2004.

The other barrier was not having a current photograph of myself, and so I asked my husband to take a few snapshots. I also got some of him in the process, but I have not gotten permission to add one to my blog.

First Try


Second Try

I chose a third. 😏

If we were having coffee together, this weekend, I would tell you that I have had a lot of trouble sleeping during the night. Instead, I drift off to sleep during the day when one puppy or the other climbs into my lap and curls up for a few hours of sleep. We nap for a few hours, two…three…four times during the day and evening. While I have done a little reading, I have not gotten to the computer very often or for any length of time. Nor have I exercised, which is really not good.

Thank you for keeping me company for a while. I am going to try again to sleep, tonight. It’s four-thirty in the morning, here. I hope that you are having a good weekend, wherever you are!

I’ll try to make it for “coffee share” next week, too.

Best regards,




Sunday Morning Coffee Break

Good morning! I’m glad you stopped by! Things are a bit of a mess, here, and I’m happy to take a break to visit with you. This morning, I put the coffee on and decided to pair it with a square of dark chocolate for myself (90% cocoa, and not enough information to know if that’s mostly the cocoa butter).

If we were having coffee together, this morning, it would be in the back-yard gazebo. My kitchen is cluttered, because I had spent the evening getting ready to make yogurt (took the jars out of the incubator at 9:00 a.m.). Even though I hadn’t finished washing up after meals during the day. I took two rather long naps, when perhaps I shouldn’t have. Just as I had put the hot milk to cooling and had something to eat, my husband got home and wanted to go out to supper. And so we did. He ate pancakes, and I had my first banana split in many years. Hurrah for proper menu labeling! Takes a lot of guesswork out of ordering.

I would like to mention the latest email I received from my mother. I learned from her that my father’s youngest brother, who is only six years or so older than me, is in the hospital and unconscious. Wayne has been in a nursing/retirement home for at least three years. I worry about my father, even though he seems to take the losses in stride and was quite cheerful, although tired, when we drove to their home town for a visit, last month. It has been little more than a year ago that my youngest sister was buried.

By and large, this has been a good week. I have written a nice lot of poetry, and one of the three poems I submitted, this year, was published in Star*Line. (The other two were sent back with requests for revisions, but I have not yet gotten back to that.)

Do you keep a “To Do” list? I suspect that I may have, but I have not seen any for a while, now. Sometimes I worry that my memory is failing me.

I’d love to chat longer, but Al’s awake, now. I’m going to make scrambled eggs and serve him breakfast in bed. 🙂