Day Eleven: A Cup of Coffee
A cup of coffee is a fine distraction,
These days it’s not a wise decision.
Wherever I turn the sign says beware,
COVID-19 is spreading everywhere.
So I sit at home and watch Dr. Fauci,
Who says, ‘be careful and don’t be grouchy!’
Day Eleven : Cup of Coffee
Hello readers, if the day was July 14th, 2018, and we were thinking of having coffee next day. I’d probably discuss about fasting in the month of Ramadan, how excited I’d be about fasting thirty days without a break. That I was ready to celebrate with my friends to have a cup of coffee during the day.
The day did not turn out the way I expected, I ended up cooking all day, I cancelled a dinner invitation so I could cook, which was disappointing. The invitation date changed from 15th to 16th. Unfortunately it did not happen because there was a death in the family. I do not mind missing a dinner, what is sad is the reason behind it.
My readers might wonder why I brought about such a morbid subject while having a cup of coffee, there’s also the saying, ‘both good and bad things happen in life!’
Day Eleven : A cup of coffee
“A Virtual Coffee Date,”
If we were having coffee right now, I’d tell my daughter stories of my childhood and my naughty brothers, first I’d let her get some coffee and a piece of that delicious cake which only exists in, ‘Second Cup.’
I will tell her a few anecdotes about how we were when we were little. I’d tell her about my two older brothers who sneaked into the pantry to steal food one day. They hid behind the door of the pantry, and waited for our servant to lay the cooked food on the table. Once the food was laid on the table and the servant left,they tip-toed in and grabbed some food. They didn’t have time to eat because my other brother who I thought was coming for the same reason changed his mind when he saw them, instead he grabbed their hands and marched off with them to show my mother what those two were up to.
Mom was not finished cooking yet she was in the kitchen, when she turned around she saw the three of them, two of them with their hands full of food.Mom figured out by seeing two of her sons with food and the third one, bringing them with their wrists tied, the scene was comical. My mom knew what had happened, she nearly passed out laughing. I watched the whole thing and could not believe mom did not punish them. 🙂
If we were having coffee right now with my friend and neighbor, I’d tell her how much I’m enjoying WordPress, Writing 101.
The best part is I get an assignment five days of the week, week-ends are free. Each assignment is a challenge. I have to dig my brain to see how I can make the current assignment entertaining and interesting.
Today is the eleventh day I’m trying to take my mind back to day one, when we started this blogging course.
It was : Why do I write? Right now I’d say I write because it gives me scope to empty out my thoughts on the page and get ready to fill it with new ones. Do I make sense? It’s something repeated by my brother,every time he completes some writing.
Some days just to tease him, I feel like saying : No brother you do not make sense. It’s something I lay buried in my thoughts, he doesn’t take it as a joke,he will have all sorts of questions why I wrote this. See what I mean? Who wants to start an argument with such a simple statement?
Coming back to coffee and meeting my friend at a place which we both like is a small shop in ‘Churchill Square’ they serve tea, coffee and biscuits. We visit it whenever we want to have an outing outside our home.
We talk about a number of things, most of the time it’s the weather and the place we visited during the summer.
I drink tea and my friend likes coffee. She also enjoys tea. After about forty- five minutes we leave the shop and walk home.