Pretty Sunday morning

Hello all.

No cynicism or wit this morning.  Just trying to sip the morning cup ‘o joe (which in this case, for those of you who know me is a triple shot 1/2 caffe dark chocolate mocha with whip) and watch the snowflakes fall.  Just a dusting as of this moment.  The two to three inches we got just a couple of days ago is mostly melted away.  Go figure.   It is early yet.  Though it’s been a cold, dull fall (see earlier melancholy post) so I could see how it might segue into a cold, dreary start to the winter. 

Me, being the eternal optimist am hoping for a whopper of a start to the winter…yes, I am actually an optimist at heart.  Maybe I’m more like an idealist.  Well, how about an optidealist…optimistic and idealistic all rolled into one.  Which, if really contemplated, would lead one to understand why I am so wounded by the harsh realities of this world.  Not only do I wear my heart on my sleeve, my entire soul is out there as well.  I don’t just see the world through those lovely pinkish lenses.  I believe with every fiber of my being it should really be that way.  All lovely and sweet and pure confectionary bliss…just like a box of Godiva chocolates.

Ahhh….here one might throw in a reference to Forrest, eh?  You know, I’ve never even seen the entire movie through from start to finish.  But one of our favorite memories is sitting at Bubba Gump’s in Monterey Bay.  Not sure if it was the good food, the good Bloody Mary (for me, not little g so hold on to your hats) or sigh…Monterey Bay.  Wow, I digress.

Not even sure where I was going with that diatribe.  The coffee is really, REALLY good this morning.  Sometimes I make it simply superbly.  All of the elements align to produce one wonderful cup and then the world is right for the amount of time it takes for me to take in the delicacy.  And the mind tends to meander…

Alas, all good things must come to an end. I’m staring at the last dregs in my elephant mug.  Such a coming or crashing back down to earth can sometimes be jarring.  I’m going to try to ease into the day instead of crashing.  What do you think?

Vaya con dios mi amigas/amigos.

About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). #FindingMyVoice #ScienceMatters
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