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OCTOBER 9, 2015. STARBUCKS AND FRIDAY AND ME.

COFFEE, CROISSANT AND A MAP IN THE BACKGROUND. WHAT ELSE MATTERS!

COFFEE, CROISSANT AND A MAP IN THE BACKGROUND. WHAT ELSE MATTERS!

As a general thing…life is good. Must take some hours away from the big world and focus on the addictive pleasure of a venti non-fat latte and warm chocolate croissant. And the reality of Friday with a writing weekend ahead. And river walks. No Republicans and guns allowed. Maybe I’ll start my project of watching all of “Downton Abbey” before the last season in January or just continue with “The Americans” to remind me of how much I liked Russia. Really. I did. Just ordered some great new Russian histories.

Turns out it’s all about me then…and good coffee.

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MORNING COFFEE

ALL MY MONEY IS IN THAT BANK. ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DRY DIRT LOT THAT IS ON THE SCENIC SIDE OF MY MORNING COFFEE ROUTE.

ALL MY MONEY IS IN THAT BANK. ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DRY DIRT LOT THAT IS ON THE SCENIC SIDE OF MY MORNING COFFEE ROUTE.

ALMOST. VENTI CAFE LATTE WITH A (gluten-free) MARSHMALLOW DREAM BAR.

ALMOST. VENTI CAFE LATTE WITH A (gluten-free) MARSHMALLOW DREAM BAR.

ACROSS THE STREET THE FLAG IS FLYING.

ACROSS THE STREET THE FLAG IS FLYING.

NEVER HURTS TO HAVE A BELIEVER AHEAD OF YOU IN LINE. DEPENDING ON WHAT IT IS THEY BELIEVE IN OF COURSE. BUTTERFLIES? GUNS? THE WORLD IS FLAT?

NEVER HURTS TO HAVE A BELIEVER AHEAD OF YOU IN LINE. DEPENDING ON WHAT IT IS THEY BELIEVE IN OF COURSE. BUTTERFLIES? GUNS? THE WORLD IS FLAT?

THE DAY CAN ALMOST BEGIN. HAPPY THURSDAY.

THE DAY CAN ALMOST BEGIN. HAPPY THURSDAY.

A DAY

In line at Starbucks. No ducks though.

In line at Starbucks. No ducks though.

At work by 7am with the grand idea of getting a lot of work done………..good morning meeting……….so far so good. A quick trip to computer-geek-land. From there it was all downhill.

More scenic shots from the Starbucks drive-in.

More scenic shots from the Starbucks drive-in.

Nevertheless life is not so bad. I had an iced latte with Walgreen’s bean dip and Fritos for an early dinner: I have my third new laptop from Best Buy (third time’s the something or other?), it’s 6:18pm and in one hour and 42 minutes I can go to bed and read “Norwegian by Night” which is a really really fine book. I’ve read a string of great books lately which I will try to review this weekend.

I am outta here...did I spell outta right?

I am outta here…did I spell outta right?

 

 

COFFEE

This morning. That's coffee with milk, not ice cream.

This morning. That’s coffee with milk, not ice cream.

My coffee addiction goes back a long ways–probably since I was about 16. Then it was coffee with my girlfriends at Alva’s (Elva?) cafe in Northome. Since Alva made fresh homemade doughnuts every morning, coffee immediately developed very pleasurable associations. There really is nothing quite like one of those long-ago crispy from deep-lard-frying, so-soft-and-sweet-inside doughnuts. Likening them to Dunkin Donuts products is like saying Kobe beef is similar to a McDonald’s burger. Really!

 By the time I graduated high school and moved to Minneapolis coffee was a serious part of my morning life, somewhere in there it had been joined by cigarettes. And that ritual only grew stronger…and became ever more satisfying. Morning paper, morning coffee, morning cigarettes. Even though it has been quite some time since I smoked, that tradition has a very fond place in my memory. That first sip of coffee and first drag from a cigarette after you wake up is surely as satisfying a drug high as any illegal substance ever grown or invented. Needless to say coffee and cigarettes became a consistent part of everyday… all day. I know I know…I am a fortunate person to have escaped the grim effect so often accompanying almost a lifetime of smoking. So far so good. DO NOT FOLLOW MY EXAMPLE!

 Now, while my coffee addiction has not gone away, it has lost its nicotine partner; it is generally restricted to the early part of the day; and it is far far more expensive—thanks to the advent of Starbucks.

 My choice of caffeinated beverage these days has been venti non-fat lattes—which would be perfect every morning (and this week since I’m working late every night I’ve indulged) but that does get a little pricey. Now my latte has competition which could make the trip through the drive-in even more costly; I’ve become quite infatuated with something called the Valencia Orange Refresher. Here’s how it’s described. “Three varietals of orange combined with floral and fruity notes from orange peel, cardamom, jasmine and apricot lightly caffeinated with Green Coffee Extract, served over ice.”  Yeah, whatever.

 To make up for this extravagant lifestyle on some days, other times I come to work with the assortment you see in the photo above. It’s much cheaper, especially if you use an old ice cream container for your coffee and heat it at work.

 If this all sounds like a commercial for Starbucks remember, if I had a choice, I would still pick Alva’s café any old day.

YESTERDAY MORNING:

The uninspiring morning landscape as I head for Starbucks.

The uninspiring morning landscape as I head for Starbucks.

Just across the street. Nah...

Just across the street. Nah…

On the same lot, resulting in many traffic and parking issues. Nah...

On the same lot, resulting in many traffic and parking issues. Nah…

Yeah! Count money...

Yeah! Count money…

Orange juice and caffein, everything you need for breakfast.

Orange juice and caffeine, everything you need for breakfast.

Finally, at the window. The morning can begin.

Finally, at the window. The morning can begin.

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