Lost in Translation

We don't have any travel plans for this weekend, an odd occurrence. I don't sit still for long. In May, I was somewhere else 15 days. Half the month.

This time, all I want to do is stay home, sleep, do some light chores around the house. Maybe do some cooking. Nest a little.

Last weekend, while passing through town, I dictated some of the things rattling around in my head - notes for future blog posts. It didn't translate well but I kind of like how it turned out so there:

To be not to be, present.

It’s easy to look up kids and say they are two plugged in. I was just at a family reunion when my grandson was denied his electronic toys. The first half day he was bored and so early. But the next day he found his niche niche truly beautiful thing. He played games with me playing games with his cousins he made up a venturous and he went exploring in the backyard. It’s child’s hoods should be.

But isn’t that true with us? Alone in a bar or a restaurant, are we more apt to open up app check our status, we are emails on our phones? Are we more likely to play a game I listen to a podcast rather than engaging neighbor?

The neighbor on the airplane was too fat to fit him in his chair. He was tattooed, peers,Can you wear a flannel shirt. He looks like a Brewer in the Pacific Northwest: conditioning to the affirmation and he were at had a full on facial hair.

On the flight home, we watched crazy stupid love. Sophomoric movie but we laughter asses off. My neighbor, on the other hand, watched murder on the Orient express. I couldn’t help but notice because we had watched it on the flight to Phoenix. As both our movies and then, I asked him how did you like it? He said he liked it but we both agree that the movie was slow but the acting was good he asked me have you read the book? I said I didn’t think I had. He said he thought the movie capture the book perfectly in that it was slow. But that’s Agatha Christie, he said.

Perceptions are only that.

Headline Starbucks stop selling coffee

I get emails from Starbucks every day. Maybe more than one. But they didn’t tell me it would be no longer selling French roast coffee beans in their stores. I found that out when I tried to buy some and they were sold out. It’s not that that hasn’t happened before, because it has. But they always we stock and I can always get my beans. Last time no French roast was to be found And the news was delivered that French roast was discontinued. Forever more. Systemwide.

I think I read they sold distribution lights for distribution in grocery stores or some other such thing. I need to look it up. But perhaps French roast will still be available in grocery stores.
No not everyone likes Starbucks and I know no one likes French roast but that’s what I’ve been drinking for the last 15 years. What am I to do? For Rhonda Justin and Italian roast, they offered.

I am concerned for the morning’s Brew. And so should you. Because have you met me? Have you met me before when first cuppa coffee, Justin, my neighbor? Have you ever seen me in a Grinch? That’s why am!

Since I drink Americano, methinks espresso roast is the way to go. I know my friends will encourage me to leave the books train find a local roasteri. They are right. I should. I should love my coffee like I like my beer, local.

OK, this is a challenge. I’m on a roll or I think I am. I’ve been meaning to write about the Port of Vancouver on the tour we took of it two weeks ago. It was amazing. Tour leader was knowledgeable to the point where I thought she had been there for 30 years. But when I looked at her file online, she had only been hired for years. She was engaging and had recent text now luggage stored in her head.

I was fascinating to learn major local commerce. Staggering, in fact. It’s worth a tour and if you can do it OK it’s free and be a give you a sandwich with chips. I can’t be beat. Why not?

I’m done but I’m sitting next to guy who looks a lot like Collin mockery from whose line is it anyway I think it’s really cool.

Girl with Jane Ormus gold aviator glasses. Unusually cool.