It felt so good to

It felt so good to sleep in this morning. I turned the phones off and woke up at 9:30. By the time I was ready for the day, it was 11:00. I decided to go to Monet's Table for breakfast. They were quite busy. It took awhile to have breakfast, but I was in no hurry. It was strange being there by myself. Kent is in Denver for a trip, so it was just me today. Without anyone to talk to, I read the paper which consisted of the same old stories - just a different day. I found my attention wandering around the room. I was placed in the back room where there are only four tables. Around the room, which is painted in a light lime color, are pictures of children. In the center of the room is a small chandelier. There was a large party there that was finishing up and getting ready to leave. Once they were gone, I was alone in the room. My coffee came, and as I looked out the window next to my table, my mind started wandering. I was thinking about all that had happened this past week. That is partly why I haven't posted any log entries. I've been going through some personal issues that I'm trying to resolve. So, it was nice to just be able to sit and let me mind rest.

Then, shortly before I ordered, a family came into the room - a man and his wife, with his two children. One was a boy around eight years old. The other was a girl around seven. It's amazing how my ears would shift my attention to them and their conversations. The boy was complaining because there was a computer game that he wanted to go buy. His father told him "When you get to a point where you can sleep through the night without waking everyone up, then you can have the game." The mother quickly said "Let's not have this conversation here!" They then started talking about the pictures on the wall at their table. The man noticed that a couple of the other pictures were of children. He then looked around the room and noticed that all the pictures were of children.

As they continued to talk, a couple more people entered the room and were seated at the table just next to mine. It was two women I would say were in their early fifties. Their conversation was much different. They talked about "women's issues" and what was going on in their personal lives and with their families. From what I can gather, one of them was a minister, or at least very religious. They started by talking about vitamins and all the things that women should be taking to ward off illness and the like. Then they talked about a book one of them was reading. One of the points the book was trying to make was "....love without truth is hypocrisy...". There were other little tidbits similar to that from the book. I thought to myself, "does anyone really buy that crap?". I resisted the urge to turn around and critique the book, which I suppose was the polite thing to do. I brought my attention away from them and started thinking about what I needed to get done today... wash my car.... get gas for my car.... go to Borders, in that order.

From the table across the room, the man was now complaining that his coffee wasn't exactly cold, but warm. He thought that it should be hot. He and the waitress then had a big debate on whether to microwave it or just pour it out and get a new cup. It's amazing how much energy they put into trying to make that decision. Back to the table with the ladies... "...God only gives us as much as we can take. We have to put our faith in Him, try to do everything we can do to prepare for anything that happens, and let Him do the rest". Again, I restrained myself from reaching around and asking her something to the effect, "what the Hell have YOU done for God lately"?. Back to the other table.... "Dad, I ate but I'm still starving." The dad replied by telling his wife that he was going for a haircut today, then off to the hardware store. She warned him not to get it too short or it would spike. I resisted the urge to offer my opinion... something like "...too late...", or "weren't you in The Road Warrior?". Back to the other table.... "Trust in God to do what you can't, and remember to take your Echinacea and Calcium!". I had finished with my breakfast and was eager to leave. In fact, I had my money out and waiting when she brought me the check. The car wash was suddenly looking much better.

At Borders.....
I quickly pick up a copy of OUT and Genre magazines. I make my way to the cafe where I order a double cappuccino and a chocolate biscotti. I sat down and start leafing through Genre. Among all the gorgeous bodies, I come across an advertisement for Hangar 1 Flavored Vodkas. It occurs to me that a lot of hard liquor companies cater to the gay press. Are we that more depressed than the general population? OK, stupid question. I continue reading the ad. It describes the vodka as "blowing away the competition with their masterful infusions of real fruit and finely distilled vodka." Damn, that even sounds good to me, and I'm not a vodka drinker.

I leave the cafe and stop by the computer magazine section where I pick up a copy of eDigital Photo.com magazine. It's dangerous for me to read such material. It will point out all the toys that I don't have. I would be better off sticking to Genre. I grab the magazine and add it to my pile. I make my way back to their music/movie section (another dangerous place for me). Today, even the new movies out bore me. I guess it's the mood I'm in. I decide to pay for my things and leave. I want to get back home. On the way, I start thinking about that vodka and wonder if it's really that good. I continue on to the spirit shop next to our grocery store. Once there, I spot the distinct bottle of this flavored vodka. It's a bit expensive I think at $35 a bottle, but the shop keeper tells me that there's nothing like it and that it is definitely the premium of vodkas. I buy a bottle to get me through the long cold winter. I also pick up a bottle of saki. It seems I've developed a bit of a taste for saki, when I'm in the mood for it. I leave for home.

I spend a quiet afternoon writing, watching birds, and now waiting for Kent to get home. He should be at Bradley airport by now. It will be nice to have him home and hear about his trip.