I had a cup of coffee today, not because I was tired. But because, for some reason I wanted one. They have coffee in the morning here, our beautiful wonderful lady who does a lot of the cleaning and making things run right makes it. There are three choices of powdered creamers, vanilla, Irish crème, and normal. I always take the Irish crème. Though, I suppose that between the creamer and the spoonful of sugar it’s more like hot chocolate than coffee.


I don’t like the possibility of needing to depend on something like coffee daily. I’ve tried very hard for years to minimize addictive behaviors like that. I didn’t even used to like coffee.


The Irish creme reminded me of my high school job, working for Charlie’s, at the carnivals. I sold corndogs and hamburgers and meatball sandwiches, and other yummy faire things. Officially, I was a concessionaire, not a carnie. A carnie to us, was someone who worked for ‘the show,’ traveled with ‘the show.’ One of them came to work with us, his name was Mark. I remember him being difficult, and a little rough around the edges, but I he was a pretty alright guy all around, and tall enough to help us latch and unlatch the top parts of the stands. I remember being really tired one time, and he made me the most wonderful coffee, with Irish crème, lots of sugar, and real whip crème on top. I wonder what he’s doing these days.


Carlo is on his way to Omaha today, his uncle Skip died this week, and the funeral is this weekend. Skip was the husband of Carlo’s aunt, and had three wonderful boys. I feel so bad for them. One of them was spending time up in Eau Claire for a few weeks, several hours north of here I couldn’t make it away from work to go to the funeral. Also, Dan Dargel is getting married this weekend. Ace and Jess and I are going to share a hotel room, and hang out with Marshaus this weekend. It seems so long ago that the 3 of us shared his house. I wish Dan all the most happiness.


I love my glasses, pictures forthcoming.