Someone
once told me my life was exciting. Here is a bit of evidence to the contrary:
After
logging onto my computer and getting a cup of mint tea, I started my workday
stuffing envelopes.
Then
I continued learning more about our new Experience Modification Estimator*.
Figuring out what should be on the spreadsheet so it uploads as a check box.
Taking screen shots. Writing notes so I can draft semi-comprehensible reference
documents. Ah, the joys of transferring to a new system.
By
lunchtime, my brain was so tired, all I wanted to do was sit. No reading, no
sleeping, just sitting and contemplating daydreaming about nothing. And
having a Bowl of Soul.
Bowl
of Soul** was invented at Parchments, the coffee shop at my church (Cornerstone
Fellowship). It's a tea latte (I use rooibos), with a shot of flavor (I use vanilla),
extra foam, and a drizzle of honey.
If
you're at Starbucks, this is the best way to order it. But their honey is in
packets, which gives it a KFC honey-sauce vibe.
Naturally,
it's better at Peet's. Only don't ask for a tea latte, ask for a tea au lait. Plus
you get to drizzle (or in my case, over-drizzle) the honey yourself. Delicious.
I
brought my own cup to Peet's, which the barista filled to the brim. Naturally,
lidding the thing caused a mess. It wasn't epic, but it did call for me sipping
hot liquid out of the lid of my tumbler.
I
sauntered over to Yogurtland. Got me a combination of taro, coconut and
guava-pineapple frozen yogurt topped with red bean, mango, and exploding lychee
boba.
That's
right. Edible bubbles.
I
sat inside, next to the window. A toddler stared at me. I smiled. He smiled
back and turned away. Then turned back. I smiled. He returned the smile, eyes
laughing.
Repeat
with slight variations, including him smushing against the glass with a small
thud. Peek-a-boo without putting hands to face.
Which
made it easy for me to eat. But hard to daydream. Just before my mind would slip
into reverie, cutie patootie would come to the window, looking for my smile.
Two
young ladies walked by at wandering, wondering pace. The one closest to the
curb wore a red dress. Five minutes later, they walked by again. Same
positions, same pace.
Ah, snap! The Matrix is real!
{pop!} Mmmmm. Exploding lychee boba.
A
successful drive back to work, as I did not spill the remainder of my drink
while turning several corners. The frozen yogurt became my lunch, and my packed
lunch, dinner.
They say the Lioness Warrior can survive
4.5 hours of desk work on acidophilus-laced dairy products and red bush tea…
*
It's an insurance thing. Don’t worry about it.
** I have no
idea why it's called a Bowl of Soul when it comes in a cup. I might have the
name wrong.
