Coffee Connection to the Past

  This morning I had 45 minutes between getting my blood drawn to check and make sure my current medication isn't killing me and going to the dentist.  When I have time like this on Wednesdays when Bobby usually comes for 3 hours, I love to grab breakfast or coffee but I wasn't too hungry today.  As I mentally prepare myself to leave Oswego, my home of 20 years (minus a year and a half in Virginia), I found myself thinking I'd like to go some place I hadn't in a while.  I headed over to the Coffee Connection.  It was empty as it usually is when I stop in to grab on the go every year or two a coffee.  I asked if the upstairs was still open and it was, looking much like my college days.  Tammy and I philosophizing and debating and planning as we stayed up all night...(they once stayed open all night during finals...remember?).  A few scattered memories of others... NIkki, a weird night when Stephen McSweeney tried to teach ,e chess.  It's funny how when you walk into some place and focus and think the past can seem like a ghost...almost visible but so very out of reach.  I don't long for it nor live in it, but on occasion, a place will do this to me, if I'm alone.  I can see imprints of some of the best sorts of memories of my young college aged life.  I can see Tammy in her braids and me in my black on black, worrying, worrying and worrying and thinking we'd be a million miles away from here long ago...not really knowing what we'd do, just that we'd be great at it.  I brought a book.  I've been trying to read again.  It's really hard for me to focus, but this is short stories.  Bobby gave this book to me the Christmas after Dad died and I burst into tears. Stephen Kind was our bond.  One of them.  It was such an unexpected response my whole family was silent and shocked.  Me, too. But it's OK, now.  It was a perfect 40 minutes, drinking my cappuccino (I can remember having my first one in high school at Happy Endings with Heather Giler...I didn't know what to expect.  How many have I had since then?)  And apparently gourmet English muffin.  It was really good, like in Europe... and the 80's music blaring from Old City Hall across the street at 10am.  And I love this for an Iphone picture :)

Looks almost the same but...the booth is gone.  I almost asked the owner about it, but changed my mind.  The past is the past, sometimes the mystery of the change of time keeps us from being haunted by it.

 After I finished my Mother's Day post, I was surprised right there with breakfast in bed, arranged on the tray from Ellie's high chair. Pancakes, OJ, coffee and eggs.  And green eggs that Todd got from one of his workers to surprise Adam.  Who wouldn't touch them.  And weren't to my taste. The kids were so excited...it was a nice day.  We never made it to Five Guys as Todd and Adam had to go to work, but I got to watch a couple of episodes of Bates Motel and didn't have to cook so that was all I wanted.

We are still waiting for the bank to sign off on our deal.  It's making me antsy and a little anxious.  I'm ready for this change.  I'm ready to move forward.  And whenever I waffle or go someplace like the Coffee Connection, I then pull into Garafolo's, and two different arrests were happening on each side of the building and I was like yeah, it's time to give my kids a little different footing in the world.