I’m back home in SA after a wonderful 2 and a half weeks in hot Portugal. I was kinda hoping that I’d missed the last of the winter but unfortunately came back to a freezing cold front. It’s snowing in the mountains. The wind is biting. It’s back to frozen tips of noses and frozen hands. There are gloves for hands but there’s nothing to warm the tip of your nose. I know I’m going to spend the weekend searching for heat, and like a cat find a warm sunny spot to curl up in.
WordPress daily writing prompt: You, Robot. Congrats — you’ve been handed a robot whose sole job is to relieve you of one chore, job, or responsibility you particularly hate. What is it?
There are those people who like to talk with taxi drivers and those who don’t. I’m the latter.
Then there are those taxi drivers who like to talk and others who don’t. I prefer the latter.
It’s not that I don’t like taxi drivers – I do – I just want to ride in silence, because I like being in silence.
This morning’s taxi driver was both disturbing and hilarious without uttering many words. My Mom wasn’t able to contain herself and starting giggling while still in the car. After he dropped us off at home we couldn’t contain ourselves any longer and burst into laughter.
This guy was strange. First of all his car was the first in the rank but he was nowhere to be seen. We found him smoking on the pavement – it was obviously a slow morning.
We got in the car and upon giving him the address and he asked such an arb question neither my Mom or I understood. When we asked him to repeat it all he said was “Thanks very much.”
He stopped for every pedestrian wanting to cross the road, and in that area there are many. I guess he was trying to raise his fare by taking long to get to our destination. Occasionally he made sounds like Donald Duck and kept looking at his watch – although he had no watch on his wrist!
We’ve had the armchair politician, the soccer fanatic, the one who takes holidays in Spain because it’s EUR500 cheaper than in Portugal and the one whose neighbour is an ex-President of the country. But this one was the strangest by far.
As mentioned, I prefer the drivers who say nothing. Just like I am with hairdressers, I don’t want to talk. I prefer to ponder on my surroundings, think and use the silence for my relaxation.
You, robot, Mr. Taxi Driver, don’t take it personally but just take me home and… ssshhhhhh…..!
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Everything that kills me makes me feel alive.
Not the opening line of One Republic’s Counting Stars but my favourite.
The longer I walk this earth the more daring I become, the more risks I take the more dangerous things I do.
In fifty years’ time I will do something really dangerous like climb Mount Everest – if I don’t come back then it’s ok.
Everything that kills me makes me feel alive.
Know what I mean?
WordPress daily writing prompt: Captain Picard was into Earl Grey tea; mention the Dude and we think: White Russians. What’s your signature beverage — and how did it achieve that status?
Coffee! What else is there? I travel with my little expresso machine, you know, the kind that goes on top of the stove. The water goes at the bottom and the coffee in the middle, which then bubbles up through a spout to the top. I take my own ground coffee blend and the right size of spoon to measure the right amount of grounds.
Coffee is the best thing to douse the sunrise with. (Drew Sirtors)
When I stay in hotels they’d better have good coffee, or at the very least a Starbucks or coffee shop in close proximity to where I’m staying.
We would take something old and tired and common — coffee — and weave a sense of romance and community around it. We would rediscover the mystique and charm that had swirled around coffee throughout the centuries. (Howard Schultz, CEO of Starbucks, 1997)
King Charles II closed coffee houses down, but not for long. Rather surprising for he was known as the Merry Monarch, had many mistresses, and fathered at least 12 illegitimate children. Don’t tell me that he didn’t indulge in a bit of coffee himself…
A PROCLAMATION FOR THE SUPPRESSION OF COFFEE HOUSES: Whereas it is most apparent that the multitude of Coffee Houses of late years set up and kept within this Kingdom…and the great resort of idle and disaffected persons to them, have produced very evil and dangerous effects; as well for that many tradesmen and others, do herein misspend much of their time, which might and probably would be employed in and about their Lawful Calling and Affairs; but also for that in such houses…divers, false, malitious, and scandalous reports are devised and spread abroad to the Defamation of His Majesty’s Government, and to the disturbance of the Peace and Quiet of the Realm; his Majesty hath though it fit and necessary, that the said Coffee Houses be (for the Future) put down and suppressed… (King Charles II of England, December 23, 1675 (This rule was revoked on January 8, due to widespread citizen protest.)
Power to the people I say!
Everybody should believe in something. I believe I’ll have another coffee. (Author Unknown)
I believe that this is not coffee:
Nescafe no es cafe. (Instant coffee is not coffee.) (Mexican saying)
And nor this:
Decaf? No, it’s dangerous to dilute my caffeine stream. (Author Unknown)
Until I’ve had my morning cup of coffee, tread at your own risk. I cannot not be held responsible for what I say invariably because I won’t remember it after I’ve had the first cup of coffee for the day.
As soon as coffee is in your stomach, there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move…similes arise, the paper is covered. Coffee is your ally and writing ceases to be a struggle. (Honore de Balzac (1799-1859))
Excuse me while I grab another coffee now. But before that here is my all time favorite coffee quote:
“Doing business without coffee is like driving a F1 car on diesel,you never get up to top speed. (Robert James)
Yeah, I cheated with this writing prompt. But at least I brought you some quotes you didn’t know before. Now you can enlighten your friends over a cup of coffee or just share this post on your Facebook page or Twitter feed.
Leave me some of your coffee quotes in the comments. I may do another post.
Internet’s research and reference library, Google, helped me find this site – just search for “coffee quotes by famous people” because who wants to read quotes by un-famous people (not infamous people because those you really do want to read) and you will come across this site Coffee With James.
WordPress's Daily Prompt: If money were out of the equation, would you still work? If yes, why, and how much? If not, what would you do with your free time?
The quick and short answer is…
I would still work.
I’ve heard stories of people who’ve come into buckets of money who end up losing it all and being worse off than they were before winning the loot.
They give it away, gamble it away, or buy expensive things.
There’s the story of the guy who won the lotto, bought himself a Porsche and ended up crashing and killing himself in the process.
I’ve also heard about the woman who also won the lotto, told everyone and ended being killed by a jealous relative.
Money does strange things to people.
Hence the counseling that the lotto people give to the winners because it’s not easy going from zero to hero overnight.
When I was growing up money was scarce. There were a lot of things I couldn’t do because my folks didn’t have money to spare. When I went to high school my uniform was a hand-me-down from my older cousins.
From an early age my Mom inculcated in me the mantra of never being financially dependent on anyone. So I studied and worked hard to achieve this. And on that journey I discovered my purpose. So the money is no longer the reason I work.
What gets me up in the morning is something more intrinsic, a desire to become a better version of myself every day.
So it’s about the purpose of my life. Having money out of the equation isn’t going to change it. Going to work doesn’t have anything to do with money and I am blessed to work at something I enjoy because it allows me to be me.
So if money were optional I would see no reason to stop working. I’d still have fun. And my purpose would remain the same – to be a better version of myself every day.
What gets you up in the morning every day? Tell me in the comments.