Dead calm

Partners In Crime

What did I say about coffee the other day? Sweet and innocent? Yeah, right. Maybe talking about it; but drinking a fresh and harmless morning Java, can certainly turn out to be a rather intriguing affair.

It wasn't like I planned to compromise my friend yesterday, you know... About a year ago I played with an idea regarding one of my sinister schemes, and while he had no actual plans to take part in the project itself, he contributed with some valuable insights. Lately though I've got the impression that he might be willing to participate after all, and that we had to discuss a little.

Sorry, can't help myself. Reading this you're probably wondering what dark adventures I'm embarking upon now, but I have to disappoint you. Just couldn't resist the temptation to tease a little, and whatever saucy scenes you thought I'd describe - well, that's how dirty your mind are!

Coffee was served with a lemon cake, and the conversation was about dancing, amongst other things just as ordinary. I'd love to take up dancing, you see. Maybe a swing-course, but until now I haven't had anyone to join me. After practicing a few steps and moves in my living-room he's on the verge to sign up with me, experienced dance partner as he actually is.

Old Remedy

Remember an exotic little jar my father kept by his bedside all through my childhood. His friend, the sailor, had brought it home from Asia somewhere. It wasn't much left of the content, but then again, as my father pointed out, a little went a long way. This was a container filled with magic, I thought. Strange writing on the label, and an even stranger smell. When a was a kid I had severe growing pains, but a little rub from the mystery jar with the tiger eased the suffering.

Tonight I suddenly recalled that I actually have a jar of my own. Bought it a while ago in an Asian shop here, simply for nostalgic reasons. But it does work! During the last couple of weeks I have apparently been so tense that my neck and shoulders have curled up completely. Hard and stiff, leaving a headache so bad I almost want to throw up at times. Aren't I the good healer? Totally forgetting myself. What I really could use is a good massage, but in wait for some determined hands to take care of the tension Tiger Balm will help me through the day. And night.

A Matter Of Degree

Last night I had a rather lengthy post almost finished, when I decided to delete it completely. Realized what I was going to tell you was old news, I just didn't want to see it actually might be true.

You see, I read this funny "What he says/What he means"-thing. Like I really didn't know that he's just not that interested when he blames his absence on too much work and other commitments? Or that he's probably not gonna call even if he said he would... So, me writing about how I felt struck by that piece seemed a little superfluous.

OK, let's move on, let's talk about something totally different. Like coffee. Always a safe topic; innocent and sweet. On the other hand, coffee can be both dark and seductive. This time it's a little of both, 'cause that's the way the beans came out when I roasted them myself. Yep, home-roasted coffee. Delicious, if you wanna know. Too bad I didn't buy that much of the raw, green beans. But there's more in the shop when I go back to Sweden next week. There I can also get some help from my father to develop and build some proper roasting equipment. Already have an idea for a hand-cranked drum-thingie to place on the gas-top. Will probably be a lot easier to control the outcome that way. And isn't that what we always aim for?