For ten years, the Snoopy coffee mug sat on my desk at Diamond, first on Greenspring Avenue, then on York Road. I’d bought it some years before at the Big Lots in Eldersberg. I liked the message — “Is there no one to rescue me?!” It seemed… apropos. As I gathered up things in myContinue reading “My Work-From-Home Experiment Begins”
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On Peanuts Coffee Mugs and Rerun
I went to Big Lots today, not because I needed anything but because it was a lovely afternoon and I wanted to get out of the house and go for a drive. So across the reservoir I drove, and to Big Lots I went. I found myself looking at coffee pots. I had a veryContinue reading “On Peanuts Coffee Mugs and Rerun”
On My Daily Caffeine Intake
I am nothing without my morning coffee. I started drinking coffee at an early age. I must have been ten. It would be served after church services, and I would help myself to the coffee. Everyone — every adult, anyway — drank it. So why couldn’t I? I drank coffee irregularly. It wasn’t until 1996Continue reading “On My Daily Caffeine Intake”
On Allyn Gibson, As an Alcoholic Beverage
What is it about the writing profession that so many people have the mental image of us as drunkards? 🙂 That’s not to say that I don’t enjoy a good drink, because I do. But I think I have a reputation as a hard drinking writer that isn’t truly earned. I haven’t poisoned my liverContinue reading “On Allyn Gibson, As an Alcoholic Beverage”
On the Uses of Sitar Music
I find myself completely taken with sitar music this morning. I’m trying to wake up, and the coffee isn’t quite doing it for me. Of course, coffee doesn’t work instantly. I have to give it more time. So, I’m adding some sitar music into the mix. The sitar has a tangy sound, like a stabContinue reading “On the Uses of Sitar Music”
On Saturday Morning Tragedies
Weekend Edition with Scott Simon is on the radio. I have my first cup of coffee sitting on the desk in front of me. But I don’t have a donut. There was one. A chocolate donut. It was glazed. I remember seeing it. And it’s gone. The plastic container, it was still there. But thereContinue reading “On Saturday Morning Tragedies”
On the Maddest Ideas
Sometimes, my mad ideas work. I went to fix a cup of coffee. And as I was standing there, getting a coffee mug down out of the cabinet, I noticed, on the counter, was a cannister of Instant Hot Chocolate mix. Hmm, I thought. Could I make a moccachino-like thing? Had I been more awake,Continue reading “On the Maddest Ideas”
On Character Coffee Mugs
I needed a coffee mug for the office. The reason? I needed something to put my copious supply of pens in. Cheap coffee mugs, the kind you can buy at the dollar store, work wonders. I went to the dollar store at the mall nearby after work. They had coffee mugs. For a buck each.Continue reading “On Character Coffee Mugs”
On Feeling Anxious
Today, I felt anxious. Today, I felt on edge. Oh, I had reason. Today was my big day in the publishing cycle, where I had publications to put together from scratch and get them out the door to press. But! There wasn’t anything different or unusual this time. Actually, things should have been smoother sailingContinue reading “On Feeling Anxious”
On Needing an Energy Pick-Up
Quarter after five I needed another cup of coffee. No. Scratch that. I needed another cup of coffee. I generally don’t drink coffee that late in the day. But jeez, sometimes you need that caffeine jolt.