Pardon The Interruption

My trip was useful and enjoyable, though difficult. Since my return, however, it seems something has "clicked" regarding both the steaming of milk as well as the artful pouring of said substance. I understand it, even if I cannot immediately complete it as well as I'd like. The mosaic below demonstrates three days of progress, and I think it's pretty markedly better as we go:



This evening I took some time in between baking bread and making chili to create a potential flier for the coffee book club. I'm hoping for the first meeting to be in late November, so I really need to get the word out soon in order for people to have time to read the book. I'm toying with the name "Thirst for Knowledge," because all of the books will be coffee-related in some way, and of course, coffee is a beverage which quenches thirst. (Obvious to you, dear reader.) Perhaps not hip enough, perhaps too cliche, but I'm not having much luck coming up with something clever. The only other idea I had was "Happiness Is: A Coffee Book Club," the inspiration for that being that happiness is a great cup of coffee and equally good book. But that seems obtuse. I'll likely run it by my co-workers and see if they have any clever ideas.

Another co-worker has begun a knitting club that meets tomorrow; I'm loving how involved and community-oriented our shop is becoming, encouraging the hobbies and personal relationships between employee and client. Besides, it's FUN. We are a neighborhood shop, after all, it wouldn't be right if we weren't a part of the neighborhood.

Back to my bloody mary and "Hedwig" soundtrack. More to come soon, I imagine.

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Nancy Astor: If I were your wife, I would put poison in your coffee.
Sir Winston Churchill: And if I were your husband, I would drink it.