The first time I patronized the notorious Mount Royal Tavern was as a newly minted freshman at art school. They had to have better coffee than the machines on campus, I reasoned... I asked the barkeep for coffee with a scant spoon of sugar and a splash of milk. Thyme ( as I eventually learned his name) picked up the sugar dispenser and kept pouring until the cup was a third filled. Then he pulled out some non dairy creamer and poured that in the cup until it was half full. Then he filled the rest of the cup with coffee, fitted it with a lid and presented it to me, cheerfully declaring I owed fifty cents. I took the cup and placed it in an ashtray, then ordered a cup of black coffee. I gave him a dollar and trotted out without tipping, one of the only times I've ever not left a gratuity. I've had my coffee black ever since.
Waiting for the pear blossoms, which will smell dreadful, enjoying the forest gasses. There are tulips in every garden. The pink trees are in full display. I hear an occasional woodpecker, song birds and mourning doves, cathedral bells and sirens.
I ran out of the house with this painting a little before 7 am to assure it had a good space in the fIrst come, first hung MAP "Out of Order" show. Mission accomplished. It's for sale, 350.00 at silent auction. "Agave" 22x30", mixed media. It's framed n all! If no one adopts it, it's being donated by MAP to a cause...
The other morning I heard a big truck in the alley. Confused, I grabbed a bag of recycling to put in the bin before it got away. But I had my days mixed up and the truck was in fact full of lumberjacks, plaid flannel, beards and all. "arborists" to you urbanistas. Busy with their chainsaws in a neighbor's yard, one paused to comment on the pink cat eared cap that I have been wearing;
"Cool hat!", he said.
"Resist!" Came out of my mouth.
"That's all we can do." He said, sadly. Then he fired up his chainsaw.
Sent by Molly