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May Day

I wake up this morning and I sit in bed and I hope and I pray something Like this: Please, Jackie, please bring me coffee. I always want coffee, so it is never far from my mind; therefore, not an unusual thought, but my neighbour has only brought me coffee four times in eight months, so hoping she would be my supplier seemed futile. I do not want to drink that packet of instant-decaf lurking in the back of my kitchen cupboards.
I hear amazing is a word that is used wrong a lot. Apparently, things like crab apples bombing and breaking your cell phone and your sister's new hair-do are not amazing things. But whatever: when I received a text less than 15 minutes later from Jackie asking if I wanted some of her coffee because it was stunning; the best ever made pot, I thought it was amazing. And the coffee? Well, it was amazing too.
And so was the morning front porch: the sunlight. The blue sky. The trees and the leaves and what? Why would anyone care about dandelions, Jackie? It's spring, we cheer.
And my early afternoon nap? My soft blanket? My new fan tickling my feet? Good rest and pleasant sleep. C'mon now, everyone things that's amazing. Right? You know it's true.
And the soup, my wonderful and creamy potato soup, and the after-supper coffee, and the car ride: where no one in my family argued about a goddamn thing. All fucking amazing.
Sitting outside in a cozy blanket, under a midnight sky, writing this silly blog post though is by far the most incredible moment of my day. I used that word right, right?


Autumn/AprilD said…
I am so happy you're writing again, Q. I hope you've been well. You started a fire in me I didn't know I had. I wrote SO. MUCH. Then life happened and I've been trying to grasp that firefly again and keep missing every time. I blog here now: It's a hodge podge of many things. I will add you to my links and check back often. Love, formerly known as Autumn

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