Wellfare

I've been up since five this Sunday morning. I went to sleep drunk, I mean straight up having a hard time taking off pants, had to leave my car behind a WaMu (love that name), with just one and a half Saddle Room Vodka sours on an empty stomach. I am not a fan of getting drunk, one sip too many and I will get anxious to the point that I need to be held down. So, it wasn't really my plan to get that boozed, but I laughed a lot and magically am not hungover (that's where the juice comes in). Yesterday was all around, a very good day (I even got The Stage washed).

Around 5:45, Chef Doug came downstairs and asked me to make him a cup of my nasty flavored coffee. Sundays use to be the one day a week Chef Doug and I would talk while I was away, so I was happy to find him chatty. I had spent yesterday afternoon with someone I had been wanting to meet for a while now, and found myself sharing "Doug-isms" more then was probably necessary. I can't imagine that a twenty-five year old woman talking about advice her dad has given her, is very attractive, but the old man is so dead on and it was pertaining to the conversation, so hey, I've said worse. Chef Doug and I just have a tendency to talk about life in a way that always ends up with him dropping some sort of prolific bomb, and I feel the need to pass it on.

This morning Chef Doug and I talked about my Grand Canyon adventure. It's funny how many people want to take the trip with me, it's a nice feeling. We discussed our plans to grab my sister and go camping, and about Chung coming for Christmas. I had seen that the Final Cut of Blade Runner was in the theaters, and knowing that it's one of his favorites, so we made plans to go see it today since we barely see each other because of work. Dr. Sylvia soon came down the stairs, a little on the angry side. Something about it's the weekend and we don't need to be keeping "baking hours" on the weekends. Koda then came and sat next to me and nuzzled my knee as I rubbed his cheek. It's only 7:14 am, and I am feeling pretty good.

I know how lame this all sounds, me spending a morning with my middle aged parents, but I don't care. I spent two years of Sunday mornings, alone and silent. A lonely Sunday every now and then is a beautiful thing, but after a while it just gets pathetic and you can only yearn to have someone to pass you the half and half. It makes me feel a lot more grounded waking up to conversation and coffee, and just having company in general makes my life feel a lot more full then I use too.

Although I have been missing Switzerland lately, it is still very clear to me why I moved back. spending years without the love and support and coffee that family provide, Europe loses some of its shine. My heart does however bleed for Frey with Chung, and coffee-talk with Grossi in her kitchen. Yes, my heart bleeds.