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COFFEE CHRONICLES
12 September 2025 21:48The brain fog has lifted. I actually feel human again. It’s good. I had a cup of coffee today. 8 ounce cup. I always wondered about the old times when I was collecting Fire King glassware, with the tiny cups of coffee. Now I get it. It’s a reasonable amount of coffee, enjoyable, not hard on the gut. Aches are minimized. Relief.
Robyn and I came to an understanding about the amount of food in the refrigerator, which is failing by the way. It’s 13 years old now. It still works, but it is breaking down. I would like to get ahead of it before it dies. We agreed that we had too many leftovers, and we weren’t eating as much, now that I don’t go to work anymore, and she hates leftovers. So we have to make changes. I often don’t feel like eating lunch, and I have the same thing for breakfast every day (cereal, oat milk, banana) and I don't need to eat as much as I did when I was a young coot. It’s good to be honest about things, with yourself especially.
Had a wonderful text conversation with my dear friend Ali. We talked about art, and meaning, and mindfulness. Ali is part of a band with her husband, Travis, called hillfolk noir (lower case sic) who my band shares a bass player. She is an incredible organizer, and does a lot of things in the community, in her day job with the school district, does art, and plants, and writes. Visits to their house are a balm to my coming of age in Eugene Oregon soul.
Going to go work on my column now.
Robyn and I came to an understanding about the amount of food in the refrigerator, which is failing by the way. It’s 13 years old now. It still works, but it is breaking down. I would like to get ahead of it before it dies. We agreed that we had too many leftovers, and we weren’t eating as much, now that I don’t go to work anymore, and she hates leftovers. So we have to make changes. I often don’t feel like eating lunch, and I have the same thing for breakfast every day (cereal, oat milk, banana) and I don't need to eat as much as I did when I was a young coot. It’s good to be honest about things, with yourself especially.
Had a wonderful text conversation with my dear friend Ali. We talked about art, and meaning, and mindfulness. Ali is part of a band with her husband, Travis, called hillfolk noir (lower case sic) who my band shares a bass player. She is an incredible organizer, and does a lot of things in the community, in her day job with the school district, does art, and plants, and writes. Visits to their house are a balm to my coming of age in Eugene Oregon soul.
Going to go work on my column now.
