Saturday coffee

 

That's quite surprised when I looked at the radio clock and saw that it was 5:30ish. I'd slept through the night I didn't think I was going to be able to do that actually but I did! I actually had one of those moments where I was not quite sure what day it was upon waking. I think the holiday has kind of messed up my daily schedule to the point where I thought perhaps it was Monday year Friday but then it crystallized and I realized it was Saturday and I needed to get going if I was going to get to the coffee shop. Saturday morning coffee has become a ritual in that it's an easy time filler and something positive for me to report on whoever asks me what I did over the weekend. It's positive to me at the coffee shop any coffee shop I guess when I tell them I was at the coffee shop. It doesn't have to be said that I did not have anyone to sit with I did not sit with anyone which is generally the case. But today there was actually Shelly an individual I met last week when she came up and sat down at my table and informing me who she was in North visiting with me because she felt I needed someone to talk to. She is currently staying with her brother but she's from Southern Utah at this particular point in time. I don't know why she stays in southern Utah if she likes to be here at Northern Utah with her brother and that's none of my business. But anyway I felt quite unique- I guess so like but most people feel like all the time because they have someone to visit with. We talked maybe 20-30 minutes until her brother had to get back to somewhere and she had to leave. It was nice having someone to visit with. It's a shame however because as of next week I think or maybe the week after she is back in southern Utah County living in an area she does not like at all.

Remember this is the person who last week indicated that I need to sit at the table with all the other folks in her group. I guess she had the power to bring new people into the group. That didn't matter however because it's not like I went over and weasel myself into that group. I'm just too shy- I really am a shy guy. So we sat and communicated for about a half an hour it was nice to have someone else to visit with that was sure I didn't feel like such an outcast. Shortly the group was breaking up which was this person's Q u e to return to the group. We both agreed to probably meet next Saturday same time same place for more conversation. Just two old people getting to know each other in a corridor of shrinking time. I was also given a piece of pie by one of the members of the group. Actually they passed out the pie to everybody in the coffee shop which I thought was nice I'm very tasty.

When my grandkids put The Leftovers away I wasn't able to watch what was going on. They did this maneuver of deboning the turkey and putting all the leftovers at various large plastic bags with sliding zipper closures. I kind of wish they had left the ingredients in their various cooking or serving containers which I would have just stuck in the refrigerator and eating spoonfuls out of every time I went into the cold box. In fact what I did was taking the last or the largest of the containers the ones containing the mashed potatoes and the leftover stuffing which wasn't very much. I was able to dump the sack of green beans casserole, the last of the olives and even the candy jams into one long container. This I can just scoot back and forth and eat to my heart's content...