Tiara Me Sue

I've been posting more about working in coffee shops during the downtime I have in my day job as a chauffeur, and when I realized that I felt the immediate need to justify what could be considered an unnecessary splurge. I work the insane hours I do because I have to , and spending $3.00 on coffee a few times a week seems a little extravagant on my budget (especially if I splurged on a snack or even a meal once in a while) - that's what I've told myself for years. Because of that way of thinking, I'd spent many hours in my vehicle, trying to write in a terribly cramped position (how long can you sit in a car?), sometimes listeniing to my stomach growl because I was out so long that I'd already eaten the food I brought. How much can you really pack to take with you when you have no idea how long you'll be out? It's not like I can count on having all the space in the front seat or trunk, because I don't know that far in advance how many passengers I will ...

The sky is blue ... and so is my mood. That's a bit of a dichotomy, isn't it? Blue is blue, and it's not. A blue sky is happy; a blue mood is not - but it is proof that everything is the same and different at the same time.  I can be one of those disgustingly positive people - not can be, am . I believe we can work it out, everything will be all right, and it's a wonderful world. This annoys the piss out of my daughter. When she is upset and wants to talk about it, my responses run along the lines of, "Don't worry; things will get better!" and "Let it go as best as you can, for your own sake." There'll be a lot of positive rah-rah and then, "I know you'll be fine." When I'm done she looks up at me through her tears and says (with extreme aggravation), "Can't you just show a little sympathy once in a while?" She is at the basic comfort stop, and I'm moving ahead of her with go-go-go. I s...