Showing posts with label coffee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coffee. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Driving w/ an iPod
I'm just about to turn off on the Paoli Pike exit from 202 headed south. I'm listening to this great song - a cover of "Rise Above" by the Dirty Projectors. This is part of a new playlist that Shelly put on my iPod - Nat's December Mix apparently. Good tracks here. I have a 20oz strong coffee buzz, and I'm headed toward the farm for smoking and drinking and chicken and parking. All of these things are under the umbrella of what the farm does best. If I keep showing up over there, I have a feeling I'll be shooting guns and driving tractors.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Stirring at Fennario
I'm standing at a table in Fennario in West Chester stirring sugar into my coffee. I'd say I'm stirring cream too, but that kind works itself out, you know. I'm around the corner from getting pizza with my family, and I just got off the phone with Nat. I'm in my best mood. Up there with my best days. The weather is fantastic, and something feels like home to be back in West Chester.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Reading in the Truman Annex
I'm reading Into Thin Air by Jon Krakaur. I'm sitting in my chair in my van which is my house in the big parking lot in the Truman Annex. I woke up this morning to a dead battery. Guess my little fan isn't such a hot idea quite yet. Here's what I did: called AAA, read while waiting. Drove to Baby's Coffee at mile marker 15 to charge the battery up. Got a big coffee and muffin. Sat in the van with the doors open and read. I sweated like crazy. No shirt on, sweating. Some breezes came in, but I was in the sun. Then I drove down to the Truman Annex spot and read some more. There is a good steady breeze there, so no sweat. Then I got tired and slept a good few hours. Now I'm up and reading again. I don't usually spend nearly this much time in my van home, but upon analyzing my feelings, I've discovered that I don't get the boring cooped-up feeling of sitting inside all day. My senses are still aware of being outside, and my mind appreciates this. It's like I spent all day in the park relaxing with my favorite chair and my bed for when I needed a little sleepy time nap.
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