Some unrelated things

The aforementioned book is very good so far and if you are at all interested in history and/or beverages, then you will probably enjoy this book. I really like to learn about the origins of things and how they became what we know today. I’m endlessly fascinated by this. Especially if they involve social customs or rituals.

I once again journeyed to the Suwannee Room for lunch. I must say, my second visit was better than my first. Today I had a piece of baked chicken, mixed veggies, and mashed potatoes with a white gravy. All very tasty. I should not, however, have eaten that cookie because I now feel sort of full and my stomach is slightly gurgly.

Yesterday I managed to injure myself twice. The first was partly Todd’s fault, partly my own, and partly Ash’s. Todd ran to the full extent – 16 feet – of his retractable leash and came up behind me, where the tether rubbed against the back of my knee, right where it bends. This resulted in quite a nasty burn, which is hurting today each and every time I bend my leg. The second was definitely my fault for not looking but my aunt’s dog’s fault for chewing on the rug. I accidentally stepped on a few exposed carpet tacks as I walked from the kitchen to the hallway. I didn’t think it hurt at first but I looked down to find two small punctures that were bleeding. It hurts to put pressure on my right heel. And I just realized that I tried to place blame on both of these wounds, even if it was me. Why must we always point a finger when something goes wrong? Human nature, I guess.

I have French in a little over an hour. This makes me happy because I am so excited to be understanding and learning this language. I am more motivated this semester also, which makes a huge difference.  Then I get to go home and relax.

Who ever said coffee was bad for you?

From the book, “A History of the World in 6 Glasses” by Tom Standage:

“Coffee promoted clarity of thought, making it the ideal drink for scientists, business men, and philosophers. Coffeehouse discussions led to the establishment of scientific societies, the founding of newspapers, the establishent of financial institutions, and provided fertile ground for revolutionary thought, particularly in France.”

Coffee: not just the best part of waking up.

All good things must come to an end

Like this holiday weekend. Which is really over and done with now, as I sit at my desk once more, the workweek ahead of me.

But I had a very good time this Labor Day. Ash and I left a little before four o’clock on Friday afternoon. We decided not to follow my dad’s quick and easy directions (Ok, Ash decided and I went along) and so we took I-10 to 75 to I-4, all the way across to Daytona and down to North Palm. We spent a little over seven hours driving there, whereas the drive home – by way of the turnpike – saved us an entire hour; even including stops to let the dogs out.

On Saturday morning we took the three pups to my grandparents’ house to meet them and also, my aunt’s Scottish terrier, Baillie. She’s kind of finnicky so their encounter was brief and nerve-wracking. They did ok but if she started to pick on one of mine, the rest came to the rescue and ganged up on her. It was pretty amusing. We had sandwiches for lunch and pretty much just visted for the rest of the day before my grandmother made her ever-tasty lasagna. Oh yeah, that’s right. While Ash and my dad watched college football (and napped) my mother, aunt and I went over to their new City Place, which is a lot like Winter Park Village, if you are familiar. We first went to a place called The Grape, which is a wine bar. I had a particularly good wine, a red that was light and sort of… jammy. I don’t normally like fruity wines but it was two in the afternoon and that seemed right. After our little wine excursion, they took me into the largest Whole Foods Market I have ever seen! It was like a Whole Food Costco, it was so huge. We sampled everything in sight and I was in grocery shopping heaven.

I got up at 6:30 on Sunday morning so that I could go walking on the beach with my parents and grandfather. Although I had seen it many times before, we wanted to revisit an old ship’s boiler that is partially buried on the shore. This article from my grandparents’ newspaper will explain more about it. In fact, my grandfather is mentioned within the first line! We walked a total of two miles,scouring for good shells and admiring the multi-million dollar seaside homes that will inevitably incur hurricane damages. We also saw lot of sea turtle nests, some undisturbed but some eaten early on in the development stage and one where the babies hatched but a lot died. I went back home to change and in the afternoon, we visited some more until dinner time when we all went out for Mexican; yum.

Alas, Monday was our last day. Ash and I got up and out by eight so we could take the dogs to the beach for the very first time. Todd, of course, was brave about the water. In fact, he ran right in. I figured that Iggy would be the scared one but he did much better than Zoey, who wanted nothing to do with the surf. We ran them up and down the beach and wore them out pretty good before washing them and carting them back to my aunt’s place.

Ash and I were extremely happy to be home. He especially since he had driven that entire way just a day before our own trip. We reveled in the coziness and safety of our home; watched the FSU game and ate comfort food before dozing off early. Elliot, Ash’s brother, gets into town this afternoon by 3 and we have our fantasy football draft tonight. He’s bringing his pug so the week is going to be very interesting.

For now, I think I must splurge and get myself a coffee. I think I got a little too much sleep and it is having the opposite effect on me.