In keeping with my aspirations of developing a new laid-back personality, I chose to let my hair dry naturally following my shower this morning.
This is fantastic news that will inevitably make you think twice the next time you think your life is uneventful. (You’re welcome.)
Also, I’ve decided that the reason people in California are so easy-going is because they are two hours behind all the farmers and office workaholic types. When you start the day two hours late, at some point you just have to accept that life isn’t that much of an emergency.
I came to this conclusion when I woke up this morning, and had a sudden panic that it was already (at least) 7:00am for everyone else in the world. And of course I’m discounting the fact that there are a handful of people on Mountain time, as well as all the people in Asia and stuff, but still. I just don’t like to miss any excitement; and to me, sleeping late wastes the day.
(I really ought to keep a list of things I should discuss with a therapist.)
Speaking of California, it was apparent that I’m no Californian when the server lady at the fancy coffee shop this morning told me that flavored syrup was not an option. She felt sorry for the likes of someone who displayed no refined taste in coffee. And while I appreciated her look of pity on my poor, unfortunate soul, I’m pretty sure she wanted to say something like, “This ain’t no Starbucks, lady.”
After I realized that nothing on the menu sounded remotely sugary, I ordered a Brazil FAF Carmel Yellow Catuai Natural because the nice lady told me it had a subtle fruity note. I’m still trying to grasp how natural coffee has any kind of fruitiness, but I don’t have time for that because I’m already behind on life by two whole hours.
If there was ever a shred of doubt, this upscale, organic java experience confirmed that I have an affection for preservatives and regular old coffee for the common folk. Just give me Hershey’s syrup with my milk, and you can keep your Almond and Coconut versions, thank you very much.
In case you’re wondering what we’re doing in California, well this is The Best News Of All: I’m a brand new grandmother. Which is what happens when you marry someone 20 years older than you.
Larry, Luke and I are all pretty much infatuated with Charles Oliver Matthews.
Yes, even Luke, who originally told us he wasn’t quite ready to be an uncle at 9 years old. According to one of his baseball coaches, Luke said the only thing he was looking forward to about this trip was the Xbox and the backyard putting green.
Well that certainly changed the minute this happened:
That just melts my heart and makes me think that just because I’m a grandmother doesn’t mean I’m too old to have another one myself. Not to mention the added bonus that I haven’t seen Luke be so still and content for LONG periods of time than when he is holding Charlie. (Evidently, Charlie is like the Nine-Year-Old Boy Whisperer. It’s fantastic.)
But then I remember that Larry won’t buy that, so I’ll just have to wait until he goes into the nursing home or something. (Oh I’m kidding.) (A little bit.)
I’ll be content to play with Charlie for now. After all, I’m now one of those grandparents who can talk about how awesome it is to play with the grandchildren and then send them back home to their parents. Thankfully I’m one of those cool (newly laid-back!) grands who hangs out in chic California coffee shops and drinks fancy fruity Brazilian coffee.
And that’s all I’ve got for today. Which thrills you I’m sure since you have better things to do than read about such a glamorous life. (Oh but I’m so glad you came because can you imagine how boring it would be without you??)
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