Two. My best friend from Miami adores Dunkin Donuts, and while visiting some time back, we went for coffee runs a lot. Each time she never hesitated, pulling up to the drive-thru in her cool SUV with her cool shades and ordering a coffee, light and sweet. And each and every time, regardless of location, they didn't hesitate, making the coffee exactly the way she liked it. I loved the lingo- it made a simple coffee run feel hip and trendy. [and while I'm aware you can go uber-trendy at Starbucks ordering a tall venti mocha shoka- the coffee tastes like ground cigarettes so no amount of cute lingo can rectify the situation]. After Miami I began craving some sweet and light coffee but since I shortly after found out I was pregnant, I abstained. Then since I was nursing, I abstained. But now that he's on solids most of the day, today, as I ran errands and spotted a Dunkin Donuts enroute I decided why not? So I pulled up to the drive-thru window psyched to use my lingo and drink the coffee I waited for so long to have.
Me: Half-Caff light and sweet please.
Asian guy: huh?
Me: light and sweet?
Asian guy: Sighs. Sorry my English no good. walks away.
Different Dude: Hey how's it going? What'd you say you wanted?
Me: Um. Coffee. light and sweet. please?
Different Dude: Light and what? You mean. . . cream and sugar?
I guess the lingo was a Miami thing because Different Dude looked at me like I was two cards short of a full deck, and I inadvertently made a very friendly Asian man question his language abilities [something I'm apparently making a habit of lately]. But the coffee? Lingo or not- so good. Down to the last drop.
the last post I'm dealing with a bit of stress lately, and this could be why I found myself standing at the meat section of Whole Foods staring at the meatloafs for entirely too long, with the butcher finally interrupting my thoughts.
Butcher: Can I help you?
Me: Oh sorry, just looking at the meatloaf. Any good?
Butcher: I've heard they are delicious!
Me: Have you tried them?
Butcher: Me? No! My wife makes meatloaf from scratch!
Me: Oh. Must be nice.
Butcher: You know what? Pulls out a pound of meatloaf and wraps it up handing it to me. It's on the house. Try it and if you like it come back for more.
Despite my insistence otherwise, he stuck no charge to the box and sent me on my way. While its entirely possible that he simply was weirded out by the desi chick staring at the meatloaf for an indecent amount of time, perhaps it was simply kindness- neighborhood friendly kindness from one human being to another. It was such a simple gesture but he has no idea how much his simple act affected me at a time that I really truly needed it. And the meatloaf? It was delicious.
Four. I'm reigning in my stress through exercise, yoga and the daily reflection of blessings- but today as I plucked my son out from the car after a busy day of errands, I looked up and was struck by the anomalous strange black cloud directly atop a spring tree right across from my house:
this poem Tracy shared with me years ago says:
Whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.So in Sum: An unstolen car, Dunkin Donuts coffee, meatloaf, and perspective- a beautiful Thursday indeed. [I've grown accustomed to writing these Thursday posts. I hope you enjoy reading them as I do enjoy writing them] Hope you had a great Thursday.