Well I'm not sure where blogging actually started or by who or how, but I am going to submit this theory: It started by a person in a coffee shop (not a franchise shop like Starbucks or Second Cup or anything, but a little local coffee shop with eclectic furniture and dishes and stuff), by a person who felt particularly philosophical or knowledgeable about random things that popped into their brain. I do not feel like I am even the slightest bit of that, and it's all so very cliche (and no doubt I love a good cliche ;). However I AM writing from Starbucks this evening.....
It's kind of a perfect summer evening today. And so was yesterday, actually. Limited humidity, sunshine, a small breeze. PERFECT.
My summer has been amazing. Working a small bit at camp, hanging out and taking special trips around with Lorena, running my guts out, reading!, some time at the cottage, and seeing my amazing friends more that I have in any summer past. I am so, so lucky and thankful for this.... This is the first summer since I was 15 (FIFTEEN!) that I have been able to do this. I am pleased with myself for not wasting any of my summertime minutes; I'm doing things exactly how I want to. OH, and maaaaan.... I'm getting to sleep IN so much! IT'S GLORIOUS!
Starbucks is a busy place in the evenings. Oddly enough, I came here because I wanted to be alone. No I do not know how that works, but this is how I'll describe it: I can stay at home and be "alone" by closing the door to my room, or any other room in my house. But there's always the threat of being called for something, or of someone having a "loud" dispute (common at Chez Pastrak), or being walked in on, or a whole gamut of things that could ruin your aloneness. Tonight I opted to be alone in public because it actually does work better. I am sitting here at this (uncomfortable!... seriously ladies behind me, stop talking about diapers and leave, your cups are empty!) table and no one is bothering me. No one is calling me. There is no one yelling at one another, just the low murmur of coffee drinkers engrossed in conversation (about babies, apparently) and the regular, low volume, comforting coffee shop tunes on the speakers. I am one person in here, alone with my ponderings. This is the stuff quiet, forever alone evenings are made of!
I've been doing this a lot lately. I've been coming here just to read or be on my computer, alone in public. I am infatuated with this set up.
I am not really accomplishing anything profound with what I am writing here today, and I think I'll stop. I think I just wanted to say I once wrote a real coffee shop blog, so now I can cross it off the list ;). It's an amazing summer evening still.
And this is what I am currently listening to....
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