I’ve been letting time slip by without writing anything. When I struggled last night to remember Cecilia’s name, I realized it has been far too long since I wrote anything. I’ve started doing posts on my personal blog on a Weekend Coffee Share theme. These posts are by Part Time Monster, and there is a linky of others people’s coffee shares. Reading through other people’s coffee shares has become something I look forward to during the week. Since I haven’t checked in with Cecilia for a long time, I am having her write a coffee share post. I hope you enjoy it!
Welcome to my house. Pull up a chair. My percolator is going, if you like coffee. I tend to drink herbal tea. I find I can’t handle the caffeine anymore and I love the variety. I have a whole shelf in a cupboard just dedicated to tea. But you don’t want to hear about my tea addiction anyway.
We are sitting in the kitchen because we are friends. If I wanted to impress, we would be in the formal sitting room–that’s the room I never was allowed in as a child. Even now, years and years later, I feel like I’m breaking the rules when I sneak in there with a book just to read for a while.
Oh, don’t let me forget, have a cinnamon roll. Or would you prefer a scone? Yes, I made them myself. I love to bake. The cinnamon rolls were baked fresh this morning, but I pulled the scones out of the freezer. Friends sometimes tell me I should sell my baked goods, but I don’t want to have to comply with food safety regulations. They’re so strict about everything. You think my kitchen would pass muster? Well, thank you, but I still need to sit on it for a while.
My week was pretty uneventful. I worked a little bit on my scrapbook of Johnny. Working on that always takes a lot out of me, I miss him so much. Even though he would be grown and have his own family by now, to me he is still that nine-year-old boy who was taken too soon.
I went to my widow’s support group. I am making some good friends there. Sharon is young, but she has been through a lot. She reminds me of myself at that age. And Chuck is so supportive, everyone opens up to him a lot. It is good to see people in different stages of their grief.
And, of course, I babysat Chelsea, my grand-niece. We baked cookies together for her to take home, and she told me a little bit about school. She likes going to school and seeing other kids, but she says it’s boring. I think she may be a little too challenged by this common core curriculum. It is too intense for many kids, and it forces kids to master skills that they are not ready for. Chelsea has been reading since she was four, but she has such bad handwriting because she had to learn to hold a pencil before she was ready–and so she has a poor grasp on it. But don’t let me get on my Common Core soapbox.
It was lovely to chat with you around the granite island in my kitchen. Thank you so much for stopping by!