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Ivy

Ivy

Yes, the earphones worked just fine when I went back to the coffee house. I spent a good hour and ten minutes working and listening to Celer’s Tightrope.

And came to the conclusion that I prefer writing on my porch while watching the ivy grow and posting pictures here to remember when it’s winter time.

Why I need a new coffee house

Yesterday afternoon, I came to the conclusion that I need a new coffee house to frequent. This thought came to me while I was actually sitting in the coffee house aforementioned.

No, the hot caffeinated (and cold caffeinated) beverages are of the same good quality as ever, as well as the service. It is a fellow coffee house goer that is driving me a tad nuts, or at the very least making it difficult to make my way peaceably through Colum McCann’s new TransAtlantic. He is a regular, like me, but unlike me, he is constantly surrounded by many textbooks (undergraduate level) and papers and usually a woman who seems to be slightly more of an assistant to him, but who only functions as a silent table mate, occasionally writing down things he tells her need to be done. He is also large and loud and proud of his knowledge.

He was also nearby my chair yesterday afternoon, and spent at least an hour talking to the man sitting in the chair between him and me. He was holding forth on many topics and getting them all slightly wrong. What finally broke me was him telling his quiet, attentive audience of one about the pineal gland and its link to the uppermost chakra that one learns about through too many yoga classes. And he kept mispronouncing the word pineal as pin-eel. I am enclosing my Apple Dictionary definition of pineal which says that it is pronounced the way I always thought it was.

I could take no more, and left, tossing away a nearly full cold caffeinated beverage.

Okay, I’ll go back, but I insist on bringing my big new earphones.

So, everybody needs coffee, right?

Lookout Joe Cincinnati, OH, Mount Lookout Coffee Roasters.

I am at Lookout Joe’s for the morning.

There was a very acceptable parking space nearby, one that can be had for two hours at a time with a dollar’s worth of quarters.

There are still the Christmas decorations up inside: tinsel around the menu board and tinsel and lights around the specialty tea display in the back of the room. The room is full of women gathered talking to one another. There’s only one other woman in the room besides me who is not involved in a conversation and who does not work here. Sporadic men, only two of whom are talking. I am sitting in the corner of the couch which I managed to get after two other regulars having some sort of meeting, casual-business style, left. If one waits, one gets the corner of the couch. Patience is required for this.

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