Day 549: Old Habits, Simple Pleasures
Friday, August 08, 2014
I can berate myself - justifiably or unjustifiably - for any number of things: the piece of cake I had... skipping my morning walk... staying up too late... the second piece of cake I had... the pension plan I bypassed when I was 23... (lol).
As I sat here this morning drinking my first cup of coffee, I realized it's a totally guilt-free pleasure. It's something I've not second-guessed, not so much as considered quitting, even after the caffeine's bad for you / caffeine's good for you arguments.
To me, coffee is a tangible connection to every day of my life. From my earliest memories, the smell of coffee meant morning - my grandparents, my parents, all the grownups had coffee at breakfast.
Occasionally, as a special treat, my parents would leave just a bit of coffee in their cups, add some sugar and milk, then let my brother and me have them.
My grandmother was never without a pot of coffee on the stove. I don't know if she drank coffee all day, but it was ready in case anyone dropped by.
As I sit here with the homey scent of coffee wafting up, I am connected: with my childhood, with my family, with people who are long gone.
It's just a cup of coffee. But it's really so much more.
'ave a good 'un, Sparklers - carpe diem!