I love the smell of
I love the smell of fresh ground coffee. I love grinding it. I like the way the rat-tat-tat of the beans changes tone as you roll the grinder at different angles. Tiny coffee music. I went to Starbucks this morning and bought a half pound of Kenya and I saw Portia’s twin. You know how people say that everyone has a twin somewhere on Earth? Portia has one; she lives in Houston. I met Portia when she was staying with Melly in San Antonio, so I only saw her a few hours before she left... enough time for me to concretely say this customer at the Starbucks could be an identical twin. The same height, build, hair color and style, and physical mannerisms. It was the kookiest. I was in Whole Foods this morning and I realized that I love the way it (and Central Market) are always filled with good smells... lingering and pleasant. It makes shopping so much more fun. I was there to buy some peanut butter doggie biscuits for Éclair and was surprised to see that they now sell vegan dog food and treats. Something for everyone I suppose. I like to bake stuff. I like the way it changes the way the entire house smells. Now, my house has this perpetual scent of various candle "flavors" because I have candles everywhere. I had a meltdown the other night in my bedroom. I had a large three-wick candle on a wall shelf opposite my bed and a small groove in the wax melted out and 498 liters of molten candle wax poured across the shelf, through the crevice between it and the wall, and down the wall... splattering and cooling all the way. It made the coolest rapid stalactites in the process. I left them for a picture, but my crap-o digital camera is not the right man for the job. Today is a day of laziness and procrastination. There is a faint, shaded outline of what used to be my list of things to do on the paper of my afternoon, but it’s obscured by coffee stains and eraser dust and I just can’t make it out.
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