Order the Coffee Mugs Friday Round-Up

So now I’ve got a logo. I’m not sure what to do with it although I am very much wanting to order up a bunch of logo’d coffee mugs. Then the question becomes who would use all those coffee mugs? The internet allows for such indulgence. I also bought two pairs of shoes today, both on sale. But shoes you can wear. Logos not so much.

I was stood up this week. I have both been stood up and stood up other people so it’s not like I was overwhelmed with despair. I ate a lemon muffin very slowly and drank very hot and creamy coffee and it seemed like a date with myself instead of the heavy-duty lobbying session I’d rehearsed in the shower. Oh well. I am ready for next time.

The male dog (Swirl) and the female dog (Tempest) are working out their relationship. And so far, it’s not working out all that well for Tempest. Swirl has claimed Tempest’s bed even though he has a larger bed on the other side of the bedroom. He does not want the better bed. He wants all the beds. Tempest held her own for a good long while, even after Swirl laid down next to her on the bed in question, squeezing her over to the edge. Then she retreated. I predicted this. How could I have known?

All week, because of construction on a nearby thoroughfare, cars have been detoured through our neighborhood. The drivers, most on their way to work downtown, drive super-fast, hyped up on Starbucks and their own glorious importance to the world. Yesterday, my husband stood in the street to stop traffic so I could back my car out of the driveway. The cars lined up, the drivers’ impatience dripping on to the pavement. That made me drive like the leader of a snail parade all the way to the end of our street. It was a great and triumphant thing. Fleeting, but lovely, nonetheless.

We watched a Netflix series last night about Blue Zones, places in the world where there are an inordinate number of centenarians. These were places that stressed healthy food and family ties. One village that had steeper hills and stairs to climb had more centenarians than other flatter places. We looked at each other, nodding happily about the three flights of stairs in our house. It is too late for us to construct what these long-living communities have – but there are still things to learn. Ditch stress, be happy, laugh, and move a lot. Dance. We try.