Smell the coffee?

Oh. It is one of those mornings. Cool on the porch. Coffee aroma permeates the house. Step out then step back in. Mmmm. Coffee.
Didn't get out of bed until after 7:00. All is right with the world.
Last night we I enjoyed the story tellers at our local art center. The tellers were from different cultural back grounds. The first was born in Japan. Her face and body language were as much, if not more, a part of the story as was her verbiage. She was enchanting. She wore the traditional kimono. She spoke English very well but used just enough Japanese to spice up her tales. Her tales were simple. Full of emotion.
Our second teller was born in Cuba. Immigrated to the United States at 3 years of age. She was an entertainer. She would be the fun friend to have. Full of life and stories, and quick with off the cuff remarks. She had all the audience enjoying good belly laughs. She regaled us with snippets of her childhood and family. Seasoned with the hot Latin flavor.
Mr. Macho laughed a little. But. I could tell this wasn't his venue. This, most likely, will be his only attendance. I can't see him going back next year.

I really thought I had convinced Mr. Macho to go truck shopping today. I have been thinking of what I could do to make his upcoming birthday extra special. He hasn't totally ruled it out. But. He is over at his Dad's right now eating the weeds. He would like the new truck. He just doesn't want to shop or pay for it.

Tonight we travel to north to attend a dance! A dinner and a dance. We have decided to join the dance club up north. They host dances once a month. We have taken the dance lessons for over two years. Now we need to just dance. Dance lessons will continue.

I must go find something productive to do. If there is something you want to accomplish in September you had better get to it!
Be sweet.