Olives and Coffee

Usually, growing older entitles a person the knowledge to hopefully make wise choices in life, to be employed in order to make money, and to maybe enjoy a beer or glass of wine if one so desires.  Whereas all of these last statements are true for me as an adult, I’ve also taken to the liking of olives and coffee.  Weird, isn’t it?  I began liking olives on my wedding day.  After the warm summer morning, quiet but busy afternoon, and finally, a solemn wedding ceremony and reception filled with love, Sarah and I got to our bed and breakfast for the night to just kick off our shoes to relax.   We did so on the patio outside with a tray of cheese, strawberries, crackers, and olives.  Oh boy, were they good!  And ever since, I’ve enjoyed olives.

Now, it’s coffee.  And I’m not talking about the foo-foo coffee with sugar and cream (which I have preferred before).  No.  No sir.  I enjoy my coffee in its purest form — black.  I’ve had like four cups this morning (I think).  And I’m not even jittery.

We’re making the decision to help our old environment out a bit.  On our last visit to Kroger, we got all of our groceries into our cloth or recycled non-throw away bags.  We were quite proud of ourselves for making this effort.  It’s a small gesture, but think about all the bags we saved.  Then think about all the bags that other people are saving, too… when they use these re-use bags.  It’s very exciting.

Got the lawn mowed and everything is in tip-top shape.  This week, we are getting some projects done around the house.  By the end of the week, we should have our BIG pick-up of the year complete.  We’ll be cleaning out a bunch of stuff and organizing – my favorite!

And, we’ll just see what happens in the future.  Let’s just say… we may have an exciting announcement ahead.  Who knows.