Saturday Morning Rewind

free-imagesBoots here with some fabulous Saturday morning music for you to enjoy with your coffee.  This music is nothing short of fantastic.  Brilliant.  Energetic.  Super fun!   Sam & Dave, Otis Redding, and Marvin Gaye.  This is the sort of line-up that puts a smile on your face and gets your toes tapping.

And this lively music combined with my morning Joe?  Well, nothing’s going to stop me today from putting my best left foot forward and dancing like I mean it.   After all, is there anything more fun than some lively dancing?  Be it on a crowded dance floor or in your laundry room . . . while walking down the driveway or mucking out the stalls.  Dancing is one of those primary elements that makes the world go round.  It’s true.  It really is.

So this weekend, get out there and shake your thang.  Have a good time.  Appreciate the beat of the tunes and  the beat of your heart.

Sam & Dave – Soul Man (1967)

Otis Redding “Try A Little Tenderness” Live 1967

Otis Redding, “I’ve Been Loving You Too Long”, from MIPF 1967

Marvin Gaye- Got to Give It Up (Long version). TV Performance 1977

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Our Home State of Happiness

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Boots here, your Badass Coffee Babe, hoping that life is treating you in a kindly manner on this very lively Friday morning.

You know how it is with travel.  There’s something about any kind of travel that makes coffee even better.  It looks better, smells better, tastes better when I am away from home — be that out on the trail and listening to some early-morning loon song echoing out over the lake or sitting at some busy sidewalk cafe in France or simply parking it at my favorite coffee bar in my adopted hometown.  It’s all good.

Location is irrelevant.  What is relevant is how travel makes my senses take a second look at something.  And then another.  Do some comparisons.  Scribble down some notes in my Pay Attention Book.  Take the time to just think about what is happening all around me.  All while sipping my favorite beverage.

I sometimes think I don’t take this Better Sense of Newness into account when occupying my Home State.  You know the place . . . we all have a Home State.  It might be your front porch,  your desk that looks out at the bird bath, your office with the funky view of the brick wall of Nash Hall.  It’s your over-sized yellow kitchen table that is tucked into the too-tiny breakfast nook or your kind of messy desk in the loft or your easel with the broken leg that is balancing on an upside down apple crate.  It’s that deck chair that wobbles funny while you are parking your back side.  It’s the long bus ride to work or school.

The places that we call Home State are the comfort food for our senses.  We go to them each day without a lot of thought.  We sit and we think, write, paint, eat, take in the passing view from the car, train, or bus.

One thing all of these Home States have in common?  Our morning Joe.  That Cup of Reverence that gets us up and moving and feeling inspired.

Travel.  I sometimes think that I don’t travel enough.  I explore and I wander, but I don’t go a lot farther than my two feet can take me on any given day on the trail.   I think I have too strong of a predilection for grabbing a mug of Joe and putting my feet up on the porch rail and taking in the view of the dogs sleeping in the sunshine and the cat prowling the woodshed.  I guess I’m not the most sophisticated person in the world.  But I sure do know how to enjoy a moment for what it is.  I pour my second Cup of Reverence and think that life is pretty good in my happy Home State.

Here is some of my Home State reading while imbibing my Cup of Reverence.  These books are inspiring and motivating.

 My FAVORITE!
The Happiness Advantage: The Seven Principles of Positive Psychology That Fuel Success and Performance at Work Hardcover
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And another FAVORITE!
The Power of Habit: Why We Do What We Do in Life and Business Paperback
by Charles Duhigg

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And another . . .
The Happiness Project (Revised Edition)
by Gretchen Rubin

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Sunday morning. Nothing better.

Sunday morning

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Boots here.  There is something that is just so satisfying about going through your Sunday morning ritual.  Make coffee. Get paper.  Find crossword puzzle.  Relax.  Proceed with the day’s mind challenge.  Exercise your brain muscles.  It all sounds like so much fun, doesn’t it?

coffee-beans-759024_960_720Are you, too, a Sunday morning crossword person?  The sort of person who subscribes to the local rag just so that you can get your daily (or weekly — depending on the circulation of your paper) dose of crosswording?  And if it’s not crosswording, maybe your Sunday morning is devoted to writing or reading or listening to NPR or watching the dogs sleep or writing in your journal or talking on the phone with family.  Maybe it’s time to pay bills or to sort through the stack of paperwork that has grown throughout the past week.  The one thing all of this Sunday morning fun has in common is coffee.  Good ol’ plain and simple Joe.

Today, enjoy your coffee experience.  Drink it straight up black.  Dress it up with sugar and sprinkles.  Vanilla syrup, lavender syrup, almond syrup.  Nutmeg, cinnamon, or cocoa powder.  Ristretto or long or perfectly-timed shots.  Non-fat, whole, or breve.  No matter how you take your coffee, take some time today to just enjoy the world.  Think about the traveling that your coffee beans had to do to find its way to your kitchen.

Coffee grows all over the world.  Appreciate the geography that has gone into you enjoying your favorite morning drink.  When I think about drinking a beverage made from beans from Sumatra, I simply marvel at the splendor of it all.   This week we are going to be talking about the different parts of the world that grows coffee.

I don’t know about you but I feel pretty lucky that we have the opportunity to partake in such a satisfying morning ritual.  Don’t you agree?  Have a great Sunday!

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This book on coffee looks fantastic!

Coffee: A Comprehensive Guide to the Bean, the Beverage, and the Industry

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Day Parts – Sunday Morning Coffee Music

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It comes from within.

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Boots here, thinking about the moment.  It seems as if there isn’t a lot of time in any given today to just sit and think.  There have been times in my life when this was not the case and I had plenty of wilderness time to drink in the view and take in the moment.  Life, in its fancy ways, has a way of shaking things up so that we can appreciate what we have when we have it.  There is no real spin on good, better, best . . . it is more a state of mind that says All is good.

I know that Coffee is Queen in this neck of the woods, but so is a good measure of tranquility, quiet, and kindness.  Today . . . tonight . . . tomorrow . . . enjoy your room with a view.  Whatever that view may be, find something to appreciate in the tranquility of this very moment.  You might be surprised what you find, see, and hear when you take a moment to appreciate what you have that is right in front of you.

There’s something about Saturday morning.

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Greetings, good people.  Boots, your friendly Badass Coffee Babe here.  I am happy to say that there has been a shift in the weather in the high country, and I am just starting to get settled into my late summer routine.  As you, too, have noticed: the days are growing shorter here in the northern hemisphere.  I am beginning to think that it’s time to start some serious wood splitting for the rainy days that are soon to arrive.

And there’s nothing like Saturday morning for getting some pre-fall chores done.  Saturday.  Even if it is a day of some heavy-duty chores, there is always the sense that the previous week has been cleared and it is time to take a deep breath.  Today, think about the joys that that first (and second!) cup of Joe brings to your morning.  Rejoice in the invigorating luxury that this “bean juice” brings to your daily routine.

A tiny coffee fact for you: Did you know that the coffee “bean” is actually the seed inside the coffee cherry?  Yes!  What we call the coffee bean is actually the seed — or the pit– inside what can be thought of as a stone fruit — the coffee cherry.   The reason that people call this seed a “bean” is simply because the seed looks so much like a bean.

Isn’t it weird how language can create a whole culture around what isn’t exactly so?  In other words, why don’t we go to that cute little coffee shop on the corner and order one pound of coffee seeds, please?   Or one pound of coffee cherry pits ground for an espresso machine, please?  This just sounds wrong.  We have developed and established a culture of bean-ology.

I hope that you all have a fantastic weekend.  I am guessing that we all could use the time to relax and count a few blessings.  Bon weekend!  A little Hoops and Yoyo for you . . .

I love the bean juice!

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Give a shout out for someone today. Be the difference.

golden lab. time to make a difference. Monday

Boots here and it’s time to grab that second cup of coffee, put your feet up for a while, and pontificate on how the rest of the day might be made better by you.

It never ceases to amaze me how the little things in life make a big difference.  A ginormous difference, actually.  Today?  What’s going on with you?   And what can you do to help out a workmate, a family member, a friend, your sweetheart, a stranger?  Love life and make a difference.  Like this little pup here, give a shout out to those who could use some encouragement today!

Life, like coffee, is best when it is brewed just right and enjoyed with a friend.  Add some Kick Ass Coffee to any of these cups and make today a good one!

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Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.

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Boots here . . . and loving this foam art.  Do you remember the first time that someone handed you a latte with beautiful foam art?  I can remember the very coffee shop and how pretty it was.  I had ordered a lavender white mocha and it was served in a white cup and saucer very much like the one in this picture.  

I was having kind of a weird day . . . hence the reason I was in the shop giving myself a little extra treat with which to start the day.  When I received my drink, it felt like someone handed me an extra gift along with my daily caffeine fix.  The barista created some kind of rabbit with big floppy ears, and I thought it was the coolest thing ever.  I could tell that this guy really loved what he did . . . and he enjoyed making others in the coffee shop happy as well by surprising them with such unique art.  

Life is always fun when we celebrate it with some surprising art.  Today, enjoy your beverage, be it ornamented with a pretty flower or a lop-sided bunny rabbit.  Share the wealth and smile at the next person you see.  There are few things more beautiful and creative than your smile.  

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And here is a TED talk on this subject for all of you TED lovers!

What brings you joy?

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What brings you joy?  Boots here . . . thinking about what brings me joy.  I can tell you that my morning cup of Joe is a good way to kickstart my day’s sense of appreciation.  And if it’s the simplest things that bring me joy, I love the simplicity of these coffee mugs.  There is something about their rustic beauty that makes my morning feel like it is going to be a good day!  I especially love the oversized, cream-colored, enamel non-travel mug!  My fave!

Life is short. Drink your Joe out of a mug that you love!

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An Unexpected Inheritance

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Greetings, good people!  Boots here.  I can’t seem to stay off the trail these days.  The good news?  I’m back in the office saddle again and ready to resume the 3 Rs: (w)riting, reading, and researching coffee hints and tips for you.

I used to work for an old-timer named Dinty at an isolated lake on some old homestead that had been pieced out of the surrounding government land — or guvment land, as Dinty used to say.  Dinty’s cabin was perched on a rocky outcropping high above the lake — a location which increased the view dramatically but which also made the chore of hauling water quite the Olympic-style feat for anyone over the age of old-timer status.   That’s where I came in: Dinty’s Personal Hired Girl.

Dinty was short for Dinsmore and, as you can guess with a name like Dinsmore, you just know that this gentleman was destined to be a character.  And he was.  Dinty lived a spartan life with his  Airedale — the only breed of dog that Dinty would entertain sharing his cabin with.  Dinty named every one of his Airedales Sandy “for that durned dog in the Little Orphan Annie cartoon.”

Dinty called all of the various Airedales Sandy to the dog’s face, back, or rear, but to the rest of us human folk, he would use the Roman numeral system, as if the dogs were the descendant kings and queens of some ill-fated, disinherited canine lineage.  It didn’t matter if the dogs were male or female, as the name Sandy was one of those non-gender names like Chris or Jessie or Terry.

I happened to be working for Dinty the summer that Sandy VI was reigning over the homestead.  For those of you who have long-forgotten the Roman numeral system, that would be #6.  Now I am an epic dog lover, but I would not say that I was Sandy VI’s number one fan.  The first time I met the dog, she bristled at me like a hedgehog and gave me that mean look that dogs give you when they want to mess with your mind.  And maybe take a chomp out of your leg.

You would be playing a mid-afternoon game of backgammon with Dinty and, if you moved your foot just-so under the table, Sandy VI would come at your foot like a terra-firma version of Jaws.  Because of Sandy’s threatening predilection to chomp on people and me being an exceedingly quick learner, I always made it a habit to don my steel-toed Wescos before engaging in any board games, partaking of meals, or drinking with Dinty.  You never knew when that crazy dog was going to wake up from some nutty dream and sink its teeth into your ankle.  It was kind of scary really.

Dinty was a coffee drinker like I was.  There was no messing around when it came to get the pot percolating.  Every morning I would build a fire, grab the water pail, and head down to the lake for water.  Sandy would watch me from the front porch of the cabin with her beady eyes hidden behind her curly mop, all the while eyeing my lower legs while I walked backward down the trail to the lake.  Can I just say it?  I did not harbor any love or affection for Sandy VI.

Returning with the water was a different matter.  I always felt like I had an advantage and that I was carrying protection.  It was evident that some hired girl from a previous year had baptized the dog at least once.

I am surprised to say that that dog actually grew on me in an admiring sort of way.  There was something about the tenacity and fierceness that she directed toward life.  That summer alone, Sandy VI was bitten by a rattle snake, kicked by a horse, and lost for a week on the other side of the ridge.  I watched as some nice person, who must have found her, boated her back to Dinty’s dock and dropped her off without a howdy doo to Dinty.  He probably was so glad to be rid of her that he didn’t wait around for any thanks.

During a thunder and lightning storm, Sandy VI jumped over three ricks of split firewood in the woodshed and then couldn’t jump back over to freedom.  It took an afternoon of taking apart the woodpile and then restacking it to liberate her.  My thanks?  She just went tearing off into the yard, barking at the sky and daring it to throw another lightning bolt her way.

After I figured out that she was just plain loco and not targeting just me, I relaxed a little bit.  After all, what harm did it do me to keep my knee-high, engineer-style Wescos on the for entire blistering summer heat . . . my feet never once having opportunity to receive a single ounce of vitamin D while wearing any of my beloved flip-flops?  And was it really that bad wondering if my hand was going to be snarfed off anytime I went to fill her food bowl?  Or how about those daily chess games when my legs would go to sleep for fear of moving them and having my boots gnawed at?  No, it was all good.  The best summer of my life.

My hired-girl gig was over in late September and I gave Dinty a hug on the front porch, the walk down to the dock to see me off being a bit of a chore for the old guy.  In spite of my relationship with his beloved Sandy VI, you couldn’t help but love Dinty.  His was a personality that you don’t see much of anymore.  A man who kept to himself, chose solitude over the madding crowd, and lived the life he had chosen for himself without complaint.  I felt some tears roll down my cheeks as I gave him one last hug.

As I was backing down the driveway, one eye on Sandy VI, with my gear, Dinty called out, “You know.  You’re the only one who made it through the whole season.”  I think I could have told him why, when I saw Sandy eyeing me with her beady eyes for that one last opportunity to sink her Kujo jaws into my calf.  But . .  through all of this . . . I learned one important lesson.  Never judge a man by the canine company he keeps.  There is disparity all over the world that we don’t understand, and this was one of those moments when I felt as if it all made sense.  Companionship sometimes trumps a little bit of unpleasantness.  We’ve all done it. And we’ll keep doing it.

At that compliment/confession, I dropped my pack and gave Dinty one more hug.  That was the one time that summer when I walked down the road to the dock facing forward. I couldn’t walk backward.  Had I done so, I would have had to witness Dinty standing there  . . . alone for the winter . . . with his Sandy pacing the porch in front of him.  I kept my eyes looking forward to the dock and the pick-up boat that was going to take me back to the land of roads, cars, and grocery stores.

Dinty and I exchanged the occasional letter after that season.  Two years later, I received an official-looking letter that I almost discarded as junk mail.  Turns out it was from a lawyer’s office, Dinty’s lawyer.  The letter instructed me to call the office, as I had been noted as an heir regarding some such item.  I called the office, wondering what the heck, only to learn that I had inherited none other than Sandy VI.  The lawyer read a brief note that Dinty had left saying that I was the one hired girl that Sandy had “loved the most.”

I couldn’t believe it.  So what would you do?  I gassed up my car and drove halfway across the state to the kennel where the poor dog was temporarily incarcerated.  When I took one look at that dejected mess of heart-heavy dog behind that wire cage, I almost started to cry.  All alone.  Missing her only master in the entire world.  Imprisoned.  It was really sad.  That is until the damned dog recognized me or my scent or something and she came out of her depressed state like a rattlesnake to lunge at the wire gate with her teeth showing.

Somehow, and I don’t know how, Sandy VI and I came to an understanding.  She came home with me.  I was living in a dinky cabin on some national forest land at the time and Sandy VI had acres where she could run and be a terror to the territory.  We eventually found an uneasy truce, but I was still pretty careful whenever she was under the kitchen table.  Some habits die hard.

In honor of Sandy and Dinty . . . and my love of boots, shoes, and sandals . . . check out this fabulous footwear.  I still have that same pair of Wescos in the back of my closet.  Yes, I could be considered to be a hoarder, but those boots speak to a time when I was young enough to have the world at my traveling fingertips and dumb enough to think that taking on an inherited dog would include a Hollywood moment or two.

Truth?  There were no Hollywood moments.  But I feel that I did the right thing by rescuing that dog.  There are those times in our lives when we do the right thing and it doesn’t feel like much of a reward at the time.  But I think that this is probably the reward within itself.  Maybe rewards have a way of sneaking up on you.  They hide in cupboards and closets like those Wesco boots.

I think I know why I have kept those boots.

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. . . and what would have been a good summer alternative!
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. . . and the summer shoes I WANTED to be wearing that summer. . . the favorites that my Sissy always sends me for my birthday.
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Sunday Morning Coffee

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Boots here to wish you a Happy Happy Sunday.  I don’t know about you but there is something special about the leisurely perspective that a Sunday morning has to offer.  Sunday is a day to sleep in, to go back to sleep to resolve a weird dream that has an awkward or disturbing ending, and to make time to stretch before getting into a vertical position.  Sunday is always a great day to join the human race.

It’s a day to get caught up on bills, make out a weekly to-do list, and organize the hodgey-podgey stack of random little notes to myself that have accumulated during the week.  A day to squiggle more notes on my white board on the wall and to micro-erase the things that I did manage to get done in the previous weekdays.  In short, I love Sundays.

And one of my favorite things to do is to grab my journal and doodle some drawings or scribble some words onto the page.

But one thing that is not a leisurely activity on Sunday morning is making my coffee.  I just can’t wait to get my Joe brewed and commence Operation Catch-up.  Sunday Morning Coffee is one of those week-long-awaited luxuries that I just don’t want to mess around with.  I’m not one of those people who starts a load of laundry or empties the dishwasher or sweeps the front porch before I brew my coffee.  No.  Sunday morning is about getting caffeinated and investing some focused attention into my one day of the week that says I can prioritize my preferences — which always feels like a brighter degree of great.

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Enjoy life and make some dreams happen by mapping out what you can do and then doing it!  Make each day count!