Random Thoughts With Coffee

It's not coffee that keeps me awake at night. Somehow my brain activity picks up as the hands of the clock get closer to midnight. Thoughts are more stimulating than anything I can drink. Once an idea hits, I am toast. My mind wanders. Sometimes I write. I wrote my widow memoir most evenings (or would it be those awakening morning hours) after midnight and until four in the morning. Then I would tumble into bed. Too exhausted to sleep. Too tired to stay up. Looking out my windows, the lights against a dark sky, tease me, fill me with a wander lust I rarely have during the day. The first man I slept with after I was on my own did not thrill me as much as the thirty minute drive on the expressway to head back home to my own house. Yes, I traveled to have sex with a man who made me smile, but not enough to stick around all night. Of course, there were the dogs. I am home every night to take care of the hounds. Eight years ago it was two dogs, now it is five. Still, if there wer

My latest purchases. Two wonderful parson chairs covered very romantically in burlap and lace. Moving into my new antique booth today and these will set the tone for the look I want. Writer, jewelry designer, sometimes antique dealer, dog hoarder. Love to use that slogan on my business cards for my writing life. Today the sometimes antique dealer is upcycling to antique dealer . Taking the sometimes out of the equation. I. Will. Be. Selling. Furniture. Again. Starting today. I've had, and still will have, a lovely spot at Antiques In Old Town, in Lilburn, Georgia, one of my favorite spots to shop and lunch with my friends there. I sell jewelry, vintage and gently used pieces I can't stop from buying wherever I stop on days I need my 'fix'.  Furniture has been on the back burner because of my hip issues, and the fact I am now a wimp who can't lift heavy stuff. A visit to Madison the other week put me back in my furniture game. I am moving into a tiny littl

Not only do I believe in bacon, I believe in cute illustrations. Here is one I borrowed from the web.     I didn't post here yesterday. Shame on me. Day three I took off doing other things early in the morning.  I had a date with a friend to head to Madison to visit a marvelous farm fresh restaurant and market, aptly named Farmview Market . Awesome sauce. We ate the most wonderful lunch and shopped around admiring all the local produce. Is there anything prettier than a round, fresh, plump off the vine, tomato? (Oh yes, the peanut butter pie!). I bought a few small home made soaps - lavender and oatmeal. Does it get any better? Our plans to continue on to an antique shop kept me from buying groceries that would fry in the stinkin' hot car while we lingered looking at treasures in air conditioning. Farmview Market is  twenty miles from my little cottage in Social Circle, a lovely drive on back roads (which I prefer over the expressway.) I plan on making a trip back

No hazelnut creamer in my coffee this morning. Life is sweet enough. A few weeks ago I made a promise to myself. No more complaining. No more 'what ifs'. No more waiting to move forward. So many things happened in the last year and a half that slowed me down, made me question who I was and what would I do for the rest of my life. Those thoughts kept me bogged down. Don't worry about the rest of your life, worry about today, became my new mantra. And things started happening. Good things, great things. The reason I moved from my home of thirty years to a small community an hour away - change. I needed change. My old life was good, but I wanted more. The house of my dreams, a chance to jump start my creative juices, and find my biggest adventure yet. You know, I am not a traveler, I am a nester, so that big adventure I want will still be outside my front door. Only this time my door is hinged to a wonderful renovated 1906 Victorian bungalow with sweet gardens, tall c

Read With Caution - You May Never Eat Doughnuts Again (And yes, this is my second random thought today. But it had to be shared in the moment!)     My cup of instant Folgers's coffee, complete with Hazelnut creamer, and, an extra special treat, artificial sweetener, (do I love my poison, or what?) stared at me from my desk as I brought in my morning e-mails. Hungry, but too lazy to whip up bacon and a bagel, I remembered the box of doughnuts I purchased yesterday at Kroger. Nice, plump, chewy cake doughnuts. 4 to a box. $1 a box. I used restraint and only bought one box.   Lovingly looking at them late last night, I held off eating one. I knew once I ate one, the other three would follow. What a tasty little breakfast this will be , I thought as I swatted a sugar ant that crawled in my white porcelain sink. Knowing the ants were on a slow move back into my kitchen, I took the sealed box of doughnuts and safely put the box on top of the jar (also sealed) that holds

My morning routine is always the same. The dogs want out by 8am. We have been in the bedroom since the night before, a small dog gate blocking the way so a stray pooch cannot stroll to the kitchen and pee. My feet hit the floor and three dogs dash to the gate, tails wagging, bodies wiggling, ready to run down the hallway to the back door. April in Paris and Bray bark with their loud irritating voices, letting me know they want biscuits as well as a chance to do their business. Chloe dances in circles, her leopard print dress with the red ruffles twirling around her tail. It is bedlam. They are excited because I've called out, in my sweetest morning voice, “Let’s go pee pee.” It sounds like a treat about to happen. Three dogs rush to the back door where I quickly open it and slam it behind them. April always tries to turn and come back in. A smart girl, she knows I've lied about food. Bray and Chloe know what to do and go do it.     Two dogs still lie in bed. (It is sleep