If We Were Having Coffee

A huge thank you to Willow for asking me to coffee today. Friday’s haiku about coffee and cookies give her the perfect opportunity to invite me to try her weekly post titled, “If We Were Having Coffee”. I’ve often found her poetry challenging my reality, as she often writes about the tough stuff life can dish out, and I thank her for it. Willow’s lovely photos over coffee express her day to day travels in a charming way, and prove how blessed she truly is to enjoy a full life, so stop by and say HI soon.

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The photo that brought us here

I’m not entirely sure how this works, but I believe I hand out coffee and cake, while you listen to me ramble on about my world a bit. You have no idea how much anxiety I have just thinking about talking about myself. We should start with conversing over my anxiety, but this isn’t a therapy session. Well, actually, isn’t coffee with friends sorta like that? I mean, don’t we normally end up offering each other advice over a cup of coffee? Only problem is that I prefer to be the one giving the advice. I pride myself on how well I deflect. Okay, I’m just digging myself a hole here, so let’s get started.

If we were having coffee: I’d have cleaned my kitchen, if this was our first visit together at my place, and I’d have probably made a brown sugar coffee cake with bing cherries. Since we’re friends you have this amazing ability to go on and on about how lovely my chickens are placed about the room, how great the coffee smells and how delicious the cake looks, which is all so stickin’ cute of you. I’ll explain that chickens and pitchers remind me of home, my parents and my great grandmother, Elsie, so I keep them here so I feel a little closer to home.

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I’ll turn sixteen shades of red, while sitting through your praises, I’ll try and thank you as quickly as possible and turn the subject to you with a comment like, ” Wait, didn’t you go to the doctor yesterday? Tell me how that went…”

If we were having coffee: I’d offer plenty of creamers, sugars and milk.You’d tell me I was tough for drinking it black and I’d tell you not really. Taking my coffee black is all I know. My grandparents drank, and still do drink, their coffee black, as does my father, so I didn’t see a world with creamer until I was in my twenties. I wanted to be part of the conversations the adults had growing up, so I asked for coffee when it was being offered and took it as it was served. Figuring I was so much like them that I would like the flavor as is, and I do. The red Folgers can was the coffee can I grew up seeing. I love seeing that can of coffee today, even if I’ve moved on to other brands.

If we were having coffee:
You’d ask me how my writing was going and I’d brush it off. Sayin’ oh pretty good. You’d have to be the friend to push me through that comment and expect more in return, if you really wanted to know. I know you’re the friend who does want to hear, so I offer a bit more. I’m having some trouble with a few characters and even more of an issue with expressing myself. Explaining also, that I have no time to focus on what I need to get done. Writing becomes a hobby during the school year and I miss it terribly. Boo hoo…

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Pretend Audrey Tear

If we were having coffee: I’d show you a few pictures that I took and would like to use, but probably won’t, as the lighting was terrible and the background unforgiving. However, it is such a cool place to visit here in Houston. This is Discovery Green and the sculptor, Jorge Marin, has an exhibit currently gracing our grounds and it truly is exceptional work. Click on his name if you’d like additional information.
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If we were having coffee:
I’d offer that Dad was doing really well with his chemo treatments. The doctors fixed his allergic reaction to the medicine beforehand, so this month’s appointment went well. He seems to be in good spirits, too. I’m so proud of my dad. My sisters went with him and kept him company for two days during his second round of medicine. I should have been there, too. Only makes sense that I would be, as I’m the oldest daughter. I have loads of guilt about that…I struggle with being so far away from them. I don’t suppose that’ll ever get any easier to deal with, so let’s change the subject.

If we were having coffee:
I’d say church was nice this morning. I served through the service, but I don’t mind. I’ll catch the video online later. Some mornings I find fellowship with other woman more important than sitting through service. Our conversations can so easily turn from pleasantries to important life discussions quickly. I’ve become more intuitive through the years and grasp onto those moments when I can. I truly do find such peace in helping women and more than anything offering my ear as a listening tool is where I’m best suited.

If we were having coffee:
I’d offer you a ride along today, as I have plans downtown. Here’s hoping today is a better picture taking day.

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Houston, Texas

If we were having coffee: I would ask you if you would like another cuppa, or another cake. If we were having Coffee Original idea fromΒ http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/

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59 thoughts on “If We Were Having Coffee

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  2. Really nice, very true here as well…. only I’m the one who battled cancer… almost 4 years now. Hope your dad continues to do well with his meds. Chemo is tough on the body, unfortunately. I think (not that anyone asked, but) we all seem to cook up our own kind of “guilt” to punish ourselves with with interrupts “Real Life” … I can’t write now either. I’m rubbing against the brick wall, as I take care of my mom who now lives just down the road in an assisted living facility. I feel guilty if I just forget to call her one day… I visit usually 3 to 4 times a week, but I can’t seem to store that guilt somewhere else. LOL… Just know that there are things beyond your control, and mind, and we just have to learn to live our lives doing the best we can and leave the “guilt” on the doorstep. πŸ˜€

    • Congratulations on beating cancer, Keli. My dad was diagnosed with Lukhemia last month, but seems to have a great chance at beating it, which is a huge blessing for our family. Yeah, I agree. We do put a ton of pressure on ourselves. I do, but also understand that life isn’t always fair. I’m thrilled my siblings are close by to help. I think you sound amazing and your mom is lucky to have you.

      Thanks for the pep talk, my new friend. You’re very sweet. β™‘β™‘:) Oh, and welcome, I’m Audrey.

  3. Yay for coffee! And yay for this neat idea and your post. It’s so neat to read all those little details like the chickens and your church, and good to hear your dad is doing well.

  4. If we were having coffee, I’d say, “Nice to meet you. My, you’re lovely and thank you for the coffee”
    I probably wouldn’t stay long because I have chore to finish but would enjoy the coziness of your kitchen and indeed would Ooo and Aah over your kitchen and delightful house. ❀

  5. If we were having coffee, we would giggle a lot, tell outrageous stories, and then maybe I’d tell you how happy I am to have gotten to know you this year. If we were having coffee, I’d mention how lovely your poems are, full of beauty and love.

    Reading this with my morning coffee was just about perfect. πŸ™‚

  6. If we were having coffee Audrey I would tell you that I could have half your title…I am eldest daughter in my family and big sister to Willow.
    I would also tell you how proud I am of her and greatly admire her skills as a writer.
    I am a recent visitor to these coffee mornings so I am meeting people from all over the world and gaining insights to their lives.
    If we were having coffee I would prefer a cappuccino but would hesitate before accepting cake or cookies! That is because my husband frequently reminds me ‘a moment on the lips…..a lifetime on the hips’
    I would ask if you are a fan of the TV series Downton Abbey. Sunday evenings are special as we settle down with a glass of wine to enjoy watching it. It seems to be very popular in USA & Canada. When we visited Highclere House in Berkshire where it is filmed there were lots of Americans there. My Canadian friends are eagerly awaiting the next series.
    I think the sculptures by Jorge Marin are interesting and quite challenging.
    Is it a permanent exhibition of his work? Is he a local artist?
    It was good to meet you today.

    • Hello, Willow’s Big Sis!! I’m thrilled to have the opportunity to say hi. I think the world of your baby sister. She is very talent, I agree. I’d be sure to have some fresh fruit for you, if I was blessed to have you stop by for a hot drink.

      Would you believe that I’ve never seen DA? Which is a wonder since I seriously enjoy British programming. I need to watch this program. Truly. I rarely watch television, because any spare moment I have is used to write.

      Jorge Marin’s work is only here through part of 2015. I’m hoping to try photographing them again one day.

      So very good to meet you, Tess. Thank you for stopping by. I am honored beyond words. β™‘xx

  7. Thank you for taking me in to see your chickens, Aud. ❀

    You shared secrets with your coffee this morning. It was an honor to hear that your dad is doing well with the chemo, you are feeling at home with the women at Sunday services and your intuitive ear is growing stronger.

    You had no need to be nervous, Red. Great post with your friends.

  8. This sounds excellent. The cake especially. And I must say I do like the chickens. I should get some. They’re needed in the kitchen. (Great news about your dad.) Now, how is your writing going?

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