An Eighth Shot of Espresso: Coffee and Creativity on Mum's Third Shift

I can't change circumstances beyond my control I can't make things better even though I want them to be. What do you want me to do? I can't change the nature of people who don't want to care. They say pick your battles then be upset when I do that. My sympathy only goes so far. I wasn't always a cold-hearted person my heart bled for whatever hurt you but your constant demands closed my ears and my heart. Suddenly I'm the insensitive one. I can only go so far bend over backwards so much before you ask the impossible to make you feel better. In your story, I'm the monster.

Just sit back and watch be relaxed and soak up the atmosphere. All the goings on happen around you. You quickly ascertain the ones in the forefront the ones who hang back and the ones who are there but on the sidelines like you. Each player has their own way of asserting their presence. The movers and shakers and the ones in the shadow. What kind of company they keep and what kind do they avoid? Every little word, gesture song and dance The antics they get to the humor under the surface. The puzzle of who they are every little detail improvised and habitual tells who these people are. And you know more about them than perhaps they themselves know.

Wait for an opportunity the right chance You have to be patient you have to work hard But opportunity does not appear at the most convenient time or the most convenient place It often shows while the rest of life happens and perhaps in the middle of your other plans. So when I come to you to tell you the news: "This isn't the right time for the rest of us."

Easter bargains stock up on marshmallow chicks dipped in chocolate jelly beans gummies shaped like carrots. All of the treats the kids like and all of the ones for the adults. Mother's Day gifts milled soaps, perfume, roses my daughter looks at me gives me the side-eye and asks, "Is this supposed to be a hint?" Even if I get nothing from my children I can just munch on Easter candy.

Knowledge in books live by the numbers there's good and there's bad there's black and there's white. Wisdom in living live on the streets there's neutral and complicated there's many shades of grey. Ideal to have both live in two worlds there's law and some order there's chaos and fun. Too much of one it tips off the balance if one to too favored then all life will cease.

Locked out monochrome in the rain looking through the window as warm light reflects within. They sing karaoke take their turns on the stage and other applaud it's the effort that counts I softly smile and push down the sadness turn around and walk into the storm. It looks like a noir movie with the protagonist as they accept their lot... I tell you, it hurts.

So many grains of sand slip through as the moons turn and the tides rise and fall but there will always be more. As long as there is one pen that scratches words on paper no one will forget even if memories shimmer and fade. As long as there is one brush that captures color on canvas no one will deny even if voices are muted and soft. So many dreams in clouds form and dissipate in smoke and fires rage and burn but they will never be gone.