coffee – now with enzieâ„¢

I’m having the hardest time journaling lately…. I don’t know if it’s: because I’m trying to get a lot done domestically this summer… (?)… Work is claiming all the “good” grey matter… (?)… A side effect of ADD meds…. (?) Or maybe it’s just seasonal “communicatively flat syndrome.”


The sun still rises and sets – and Elise still comes over on Fridays. Last one she threw us a curve ball when she showed up all dolled up… Not over the top dolled up… but definitely more formal than our usual “aww who cares we’re all family, just come on over braless and sans-make-up in your comfiest jammy pants” mode.

The plot? enzie was in town for a friend’s performance right down the street at Webster University and wanted to hook up for coffee.

We met her and her two friends at a fussy little desert jointed called Cyrano’s.

We chatted with her male travel companion about his bio-diesel ranch back in Wisconsin and how to convert our Jetta to a greasel.

I noticed we kept apologizing for our age. Guess that, (conversationally), comes naturally when you’re sitting huddled around cappuccinos with folks who were born around the time you were learning how to drive.

*pause for dramatic effect*

They were lovely company with Mz Enzie’s relaxing charm being the warmest thing beside my beverage…

It was also nice to get within one degree of our future poolboy and pedicurist Jeff Lan… ( quirkypandacub).

He’s such a little chicken.