A very happy fun chai

I went to Starbucks on my way to work this morning.  I tend to use the mobile order from the parking lot so that I avoid the lines.  Today, they were busier than usual, I guess, since I arrived before my drink had been made.  I was waiting patiently and the barista called out, “A very happy fun chai for Denise!”  Ok.  Someone was entertaining herself, or having a good morning, or maybe she was hoping that I would have a good morning.  Whatever reason, I found it funny and walked off with a smile and my tea.

Summer reading prize and adventures

I joined Summer Stride at the library soon after the program started.  The goal was to read 20 hours this summer.  Well, I finished that in the first week.  I turned my form in yesterday and got my prize, a library tote bag.

I had to complete a little survey.  Did you read more than 20 hours?  Yes.  Did the program cause you to use the library more?  No.  Do you go to programs at the libraries?  Yes.  Any comments for improvements?  Yes, make the form less confusing to fill out.  Random blank lines don’t mean a lot.

After I left the library with my tote bag, I headed off to my meetup group.  It was coffee and chatting to make plans for future meetings.  I had 3 people RSVP for the meeting.  2 of those people showed up, plus 2 who hadn’t RSVP’d.  One man, at the next table, was just there having a drink, so he joined us, too.  He later joined our group online.

It was a productive meeting and we have a couple of events schedule for next week and the week after, with some ideas about what else to do.  And there is an assistant organizer/host volunteered for the job.  He can add events to the calendar and host when I am not available.  I hope to find more people to help out with this in the future.

Out at Breakfast

I was at Breakfast with Daisy Jones and the Six. The server came up to me and asked how the book was, excited when she saw the title. I gave her a vague “it reads like a Rolling Stones article.” She asked if I meant that it just goes on without real chapters and then said she’s been wanting to read it. I was surprised she knew what I meant, but I am guessing she had heard about the book.

Later, after three cups of coffee, she came back and asked me if I’d like more coffee. I didn’t say what I wanted to, which was “sure, if you’d like me to stay here and you have to deal with me bouncing off the walls all day.” I just declined a fourth cup. She offered me water. Maybe she read my mind?

I left there considering bringing the book to her when I finish it. I know where she works, so I suppose I could. I wonder if she’d appreciate it.


I had little on yesterday’s agenda, and Shazam was playing nearby, so I decided to take myself to the movies.

The movie was cute. It wasn’t the same as when I was a kid watching it on Saturday morning cartoons, but I laughed a lot and followed the action.

After the movie, I stopped at Starbucks then at the book store. I browsed for a long time. Independent book stores are great. I always want to buy them out. Today, the employees were discussing an upcoming contest involving guessing how many objects are in a jar. One was arguing that they can’t do that because someone can do the math and figure out the exact amount. No one is going to do that was the argument back. I pitched in my two cents. These are readers, not mathematicians, plus no one is going to take the trouble to figure it out mathematically.

I took the train home. I got to the station and just missed a train. I looked at the board and there was nothing listed for upcoming trains for my line. I was really confused. I went up to the board that showed each train and where it was on the line. There was a train about 8 stops away. And one ten stops away. “29 minute wait.” Something was definitely wrong with the system. I watched the train move closer and closer. It arrived about fifteen minutes after I arrived at the station. So much for 29 minutes. On the way home, the drive was smooth, other than the driver stopping at a stop that isn’t a stop anymore. Scenic route, I guess.

It was a nice, mostly uneventful day. I should have more of those.


When I first heard of Falsettos, I knew I wanted to go. I hemmed and hawed over getting tickets. I asked several friends if they wanted to go with me, but they all declined.

I did have a friend who was going, but she and her family already had their tickets, so I decided to go the same day they were going, so I could meet them before for coffee. I had tea.

I took public transportation to the theater, as usual. On the way to catch the train, a pedestrian sneezed. I blessed her, of course. She turned around to ask what I said, then told her companion that I had done that. She was surprised.

The train itself was uneventful, but when I got out of the station, there was a gentleman on a microphone telling us that if we were there instead of in church, we were going to hell. Ok. Well, he wasn’t in church, either. Does that mean he’s going? Around the corner from him was another gentleman telling us that Jesus doesn’t want us doing anything but think of Jesus. No walking. No eating. No smoking. No drinking.

They had been complaining about going for weeks. No one they knew liked the show, and they informed me that they were planning on leaving at intermission. I figured that even if I hate it, I’m sticking it out because it’s not like a book where I could pick it up later. They were still complaining over coffee.

The first half dragged on and on. The music wasn’t catchy and it was pretty much a set up for the second half. It lasted just over an hour. It could have been set up in fifteen minutes.

My friends left at intermission. The second half started. The music was peppier and the story livened up a lot. It had laugh out loud and chuckle parts. About halfway through the second half you could see it darkening up and I could tell what was going to happen. It wasn’t uplifting, but it was good.

Really, if it hadn’t been for the first half, I would have truly enjoyed the play. About a third of the audience left at intermission and wasn’t sticking around to see how it turned out.

After the play, I went to the art supply store for new brushes. I walked through the area where the tourism information center was. It was full of drug dealers and people playing music too loud. Wouldn’t you think that if they were trying to promote tourism, they’d attempt to clean the area up?

I took public transportation part way home. The lady next to me sneezed and I blessed her. She talked about her allergies and which pollen is in the air in our area. I caught an uber to get the rest of the way home. At least he was silent all the way home.

What color is your coffee?

My coffee is colored F. I love my coffee. I used to take it very sweet, but I worked my way down to no calorie coffee. I really am not a sweet coffee fan anymore. If I go to a fancier coffee place, I get a nonfat latte. No sugar in the coffee. I tend to buy flavored coffee, though, so I enjoy the smell even more. Hazelnut, butter toffee, buttery caramel, etc. My co-workers always wonder what the sweet smell is if they haven’t noticed that I have my cup of coffee. I do drink just plain black coffee if that’s all that’s available, though.