If we were having coffee, I’d begin by telling you how much I’ve missed you. The past couple of weeks have been busy and and blogging has been the last thing on my mind. For the past few days, I my body has been fighting off a cold. I’ve been storing away post ideas, but haven’t had the energy to write them yet.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I got to see a fantastic production of Sense & Sensibility at the Guthrie Theater in Minneapolis a few weeks ago. Although I’ve read all her works multiple times, seen all the adaptations, and even visited Jane Austen’s house in England, S&S is the only one of her works that I had the opportunity to actually study while in college. Because of what I gleaned in class, Elinor Dashwood has become one of my favorite Austen heroines. Continue reading →
If we were having coffee, we’d be meeting in my living room. We’d be meeting in the morning and I’d be bleary-eyed, mussy-haired, and still in my pajamas. I’d sit in the big chair in the corner with a steaming cup of tea. Despite just waking up, I would do my best to make you feel welcome. Is there anything I can get you? Tea? Coffee? Maybe some toast? Continue reading →
It looks like our weekly coffee date is happening a few days early! Our assignment is to write a post as if you’re in a coffee shop… little do the heads of Writing 101 know this is something I do every week. Given that it’s an assignment and I’m quite busy this weekend, let me make you a cup of something… What is your favorite drink? I want to make sure I have it…
If we were having coffee, I’d let you know all sorts of trivial things. We got four inches of rain yesterday. My older brother took me to a pro baseball game in Minneapolis the other day. (The Twins lost, but it was still fun!) My younger brother called me from college and we talked on the phone for over an hour. I’m going to the Renaissance Festival on Sunday and a concert on Monday. (I’m in for a busy weekend.) We’re reaching the peak of orchard season, which means work life is high stress.
Mostly, though, I’d gush about my kittens. The momma keeps moving them from bush to bush. They’re starting to wander around, so she has a hard time keeping them in one place. Yesterday, during the thunderstorms, she moved them into the woods. This morning, I practiced my herding abilities and lead them back to a warm cat house. They’re getting very tame. If they hear my voice, they come over and crawl on my lap. We’ve slowly been giving them names. So far, we have Herman, Charlotte, Pip, and Carlos. We already have people lined up to take two of them, which is sad, but I’m glad they’ll have good homes. Do you have any name suggestions for the remaining three?
Hanging with my girl, Charlotte!
Herman emerging from the bushes.
This was taken over a week ago, so they’re much bigger now. Carlos is the light orange one and you can see part of Pip’s tail… she’s black.
If we were having coffee, I’d let you know that it has been so fun getting to know you. I know, it’s hard to truly get to know someone over the internet, but over the past few weeks I have interacted with so many wonderful people because of Writing 101. I love the assignments, but I think it’s even more fun seeing how you all respond to them. I’ve never been much of a commenter before this course and I’m finding that I like being pushed out of my box. It makes for great interactions! Thank you so much for reading and engaging with my blog, but more so, thank you for writing such wonderful posts of your own.
Now that I’ve chatted a bit, I’d like to turn things over to you. If we were having coffee, what would you have to share?
If we were having coffee, we’d be lounging on my couch watching rain dribble down the large windows of my living room. My hands would be cupped around my favorite mug covered in Shakespearean insult typography and yours would hold a mug shaped like a large, round penguin. (I hope you like penguins.) Our chat would be a quick one–I have to head to work soon.
After exchanging pleasantries, I would probably spend a great deal of time complaining about the heat. If you live the tropics or desert, you’d scoff and roll your eyes. It’s perfectly justified–eighty-five degrees and humidity, no big deal. But, you see, it’s September. September means sweatshirt-and-shorts weather–the best kind. I don’t think it follows the rules of fashion, but there are few things more satisfying than wearing a sweatshirt and shorts. Is this a Minnesota thing? Or do people where you live do this too? Anyways, as much as I love summer, I am ready for the weather to cooperate with the season. The time for heat is past.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my younger brother, Sam, went back to college. In typical little brother fashion, he’s really annoying and drives me crazy most of the time. I would tell you about the weird/creepy things he does, but am reluctant to post such things on the internet for the sake of privacy. So, if we ever meet in person, you’ll just have to ask. I’m going to miss having Sam around. This summer has been the most time I’ve spent with him in four years, since I started college. We worked together every day and now I’m the only child in the house. Who am I going to fight with now?
If we were having coffee, you would hear all about the kittens we found this week. When you live on a farm you usually have barn cats. Our resident mama cat, BooBoo, is pushing fourteen years and has stopped having babies, which means childbearing duties have fallen to our other female cat. She’s had multiple names over the years, but we’ve finally settled on Gollum Kitty due to a cough that persisted most of the summer.
To say it nicely, Gollum Kitty isn’t the most intelligent feline out there. She’s also quite small, despite being two years old. When I heard little mews coming from the bushes by my house, I was shocked to find not a kitten or two (which is usual for Gollum Kitty), but SEVEN. They’re only a couple of weeks old, but their eyes are open and are just starting to explore. Five of them are white with different colored spots, one is sandy with white feet, and one is all black.
When I visit the kittens, I feel like a little kid again. All I want to do is pet them. Last night, during the groggy moments between sleeping and waking, the kittens were always on my mind. I woke up this morning to a thunderstorm and my first thoughts were devoted to their safety. (It turns out, my dad got up early and moved them from the bushes to one of our cat houses. So they’re safe.) It’s only been a day and my parents are sick of hearing me gush about how much I love the little fur balls. They’ve charged me with taming them–a task I’m a little too excited about.
I just glanced at the clock and it’s time to head to work. But before I go–what would you share if we were having coffee?