Siesta Key, My Desk, My Coffee, and Back

It’s been a crazy week, so there has not been much time for writing or even to think of something about which to write. We’re just going to go with a true free writing session and see where the fingers and mind take us.

One great thing that has happened this week is that my wife and I have ironed out our vacation plans. We are going back to where we spent our honeymoon last August. The super cheesy part is that we will be there to celebrate our first anniversary. It was all my idea. I swear.  We will be heading to Siesta Key, a small barrier island right off the coast of Sarasota, Florida. If you have never been, I highly recommend it. The name of the island gives a pretty good idea about what it has to offer. Siestas abound, and if you know me, you know I love siestas. Siestas on the beach, as long as there is an umbrella that will move with the celestial movement of the sun in order to protect my fair skin from the beams of cancer that radiate from it, siestas in the condo, siestas on the lanai, siestas anywhere I can lay my head and feel pure serenity. Needless to say, I am excited.

Also, also! my new writer’s desk arrived this week, and my wife, being the ever so crafty and assembly inclined woman she is, put it together for me while I was at work on Wednesday night. I was pretty stoked about buying it, was stoked when I bought it, and was stoked when it showed up. I am still stoked about it. The surface is four feet by a little over two feet, and is unfinished which I love. For a long time I was a top of the lap or a tv dinner stand laptop user, but now I have a desk and I must say that desks, especially those that offer room, lots of room with no clutter, are the way to go. When I was in college and it was research time, which seemed like all the time, I would stake my claim on the biggest table in the library I could find and go to work finding books, printing journal articles and dissecting them all in marathon, caffeine induced, sessions. And there was room to organize and stack everything in its proper place. Ahhh, I miss those days. Maybe my new desk will allow me to recapture those moments along with a cup of my sublime weekend coffee.

Oh yes!

The weekend!

It is nearly here, and I have no plans. Ahhhhhhh, it’s a wonderful feeling. So when asked what I am doing, the response is likely to be “nothing” or “I don’t know…something,” and That. Is. Fabulous. Maybe I’ll go for a walk. Maybe I’ll hole up with my new desk and write. Maybe I’ll watch a movie. Two things are definite, and two things only. I will have coffee from my French press, and I will be practicing making the perfect cappuccino with my espresso maker. Oh yeah! My espresso maker! I now have my own area of the kitchen that is solely mine. Mine! It does not have a name yet, but it is the little countertop by the sink that has my weekday automatic coffee maker, my French press, and my espresso maker on it.

You could say that I am an addict. Actually, you should probably say that. I am an addict.  When I went back to school in my late twenties, I discovered the indispensible value of coffee. Coffee to wake me in the morning. Coffee to get me to lunch time. Coffee to perk me up in the afternoon. Coffee to accompany through the evening hours studying or writing papers or doing research. And coffee to push me through the deep, dark hours of night to meet assignment deadlines. I embraced it. I came to love it, and still do. Although, now I try to keep my coffee intake between the hours when I wake up until lunch time. After lunch, no more coffee, and that is okay. As I have matured in my coffee love, I have come to know good coffee, and life just keeps getting better. My wife’s sister sent us some coffee from Italy, Lavazza Crema e Gusto, at Christmas time. Not long after, we bought a French press, and coffee heaven has been in our midsts since on the weekends because good coffee takes time and time in abundance is something I do not possess in the morning during the work week.

Needless to say, our French press and our Lavazza will be making the trip with us to Siesta Key, along with my immersion blender to foam my milk. Heaven in a cup in our siesta filled heaven that is to come. Life is good. If only I could take my desk…

My wife will likely have something to say about that, and speaking of my wife and remembering that she is the boss, I have yet to ask her what the plans are for the weekend. I’m hoping she feels about it the same way I do.

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Ahhhhh…

There is nothing better than waking up on a Saturday morning and knowing that I don’t really have anything that I have to do.  I can take my time, abandon my morning rituals and just be.

I have time to enjoy the splendor of a perfect Spring morning.  I can spend a few moments in quiet solitude before the rest of the world wakes up around me.  I am able to spend good quality time with those most important to me.

I can do what I’m doing now…just sitting in my papasan chair with my feet on a foot stool and relax.

There are things that need to be done, and probably will get done, but there is no hurry.  Not today.

My wife is relaxing.  Our dogs are being lazy.  We stay on the run, so there will be little running today.  A walk probably, but no running.  There is plenty of that throughout the week.

Do you want to know what one of my very favorite things is about Saturday mornings?

This…

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I’m a big fan of coffee.  Huge fan, actually.  You can call me an addict, and you would not be far off.

Now during the week, I drink the cheap stuff.  Chock Full o’ Nuts out of the automatic coffee maker straight into my travel cup for work with French vanilla creamer.  It takes no time, little effort, and tastes decent.

On weekend mornings I am able to create coffee heaven.  We have a French press, and thanks to my wife’s sister, who just happens to live in Italy, we have been shown the deliciousness that is good coffee.

I can take my time.  Heating the water on the stove to the perfect temperature, just before boiling, and adding it to the caffeiney goodness that awaits in the bottom of the press.  As that sits and steeps, I warm my milk on the stovetop just enough and with my immersion blender make the delicious foamy heaven that adds a little extra specialness that is the weekend.  A dash of vanilla extract in the bottom of the cup prior to pouring the coffee and steamed milk makes a perfect cup of coffee that much more perfect.  The whole process from warming the water to consuming heaven itself takes about 12 to 15 minutes, and is the perfect start to a perfect day.

What do you do with your Saturday mornings?