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Coffee Haikus

The following haikus were inspired by real-life events. 

Coffee is a must.
This woman runs on Dunkin.
Not Starbucks, by choice.

Hot coffee winter.
Summer switch to iced coffee.
Skim milk and sugar.

Keurig maker breaks.
Forgot coffee at Costco.
I am heartbroken.

Get dressed and drive fast.
Innocent squirrel nearly hit.
Two miles for my fix.

Six in the morning.
No line at drive-thru window.
I get breakfast too.

First, I drink coffee.
Then, I am more productive.
Shit gets done at home.

With coffee, food cooks.
Clothes are washed and folded.
Dishes are done.

No coffee. No work.
Bills unpaid. Order dinner.
Life has no meaning.

Young coffee addict.
First Postum, then came Sanka.
Soon, no more decaf.

Caffeine is my friend.
Through college and new babies.
Always and forever.

Coffee and Friends

I work from home, so water cooler talk or stories in the office kitchen are not part of the culture. I miss the chit-chat about what we did last night, how was vacation, and what the kids have been up to lately. Now, it’s just me and my Keurig, and it isn’t much of a talker.

So, if I were sitting in a cafe with you, I’d love to hear what’s happening in your world. How is the family? What are you reading now? How’s work? Where are you going on vacation this summer?

And maybe I’d ask you a personal question or two, like How are you doing? What’s on your mind? How can I help? And perhaps you would ask me the same questions in return. Here is how I would answer you.

How am I doing? Not too bad, actually. Although I’m feeling my age a little because I haven’t exercised in a while. Scott and I went for a walk in the park a couple of weekends ago, and it wore me out. There were a bunch of hills in that park, and I need to get back in shape. I also need new sneakers.

What’s on my mind? My book. I’m thinking of going in a different direction. I still want to raise awareness about Parkinson’s Disease, but as I look at my life, there are other things I want to write about. Like how my relationships and friendships have changed as I get older. And how I’m parenting my adult children and trying not to parent my parents. I might want to write about the challenges I’ve faced and the lessons I learned. I’ve lived long enough now to put it down on paper. And even if it doesn’t ever get published, it will be something my family will have as a keepsake – and I will still be known to future generations.

How can you help? Maybe we can make more of an effort to go out for coffee or dinner. I miss my friends, and now that we have a little more time on our hands, we should get together more often and not take our friendship for granted. I love spending time with you and always feel better when we talk. Let’s make that happen soon.

What do you think?

XO,

Elisa