Three weeks

Well, here it is. Three weeks into the coffee shop/freelance thing.

There's not too much that's terribly exciting to report really. I've stuck to my guns, getting up early in the morning and working on assignments before showering and off to smell of coffee grounds and sandwiches.

Though I have found out one thing. I really don't like espresso drinks. I can imagine a shot with a tad of sugar (enough to take the edge off) and light cream (leaving the shot a rich, caramel color) would be quite an enjoyable experience. But I've made myself a latte and a mocha, and they're too damn rich. I don't want coffee with my milk, I want milk with my coffee. Perhaps I should try a dry cappuccino. Shot of espresso with foam basically.

But those lattes and mochas just sit in my stomach like a rock. :P




In other news, my grandmother decided to get rid of the mixing bowls she's had for the past 62 years or so. I guess my grandfather bought them for her as something to keep in her cedar hope chest after he asked her to marry him. They're chipped, one has a crack that goes straight through but doesn't leak, they're solid as granite and have seen more Bisquick than the factory.

I must build a DIY photo studio and try to catch their character before I drop them on the floor and shatter their history where I won't be able to sweep up all the shards of yellow and blue glaze and end up with a memory stuck in the sole of my foot.