If we were having coffee. Christmas Blues!

Welcome, come on in it is lovely  to see you! If we were having Coffee . Come on in the fires are lit  the cushions are plumped up and  we have  the coffee and tea and the cakes and sweets are set out. Paul  and  his guests  are all here  and they are enjoying  the warmth  and food and drinks. We  have  tea  and coffee  from all over  the world not to mention all our cakes  and muffins  and  as Paul  calls  them sweets! Every single  one  is  calorie  free! Plus of course  we now have spirits  and liquors  to warm the coldest of  you .

Late, late  again! 

 

At Christmas, there is marital  abuse, more people commit suicide and murder!

 

More people go insane

 

more relationships  fall apart .

 

 

“Just For Now”  Lyrics Imogen Heap.

Jut for now
Just for now
Just for now
Just for now
Just for now
Just for now

It’s that time of year
Leave all our hopelessness’s aside
If just for a little while
tears stop right here
I know we’ve all had a bumpy ride.
I’m secretly on your side

How did you know?
It’s what I always wanted
Could never have had too many of these
Well you, quit kicking me under the table
I’m trying; will somebody make her shut up about it?
Can we settle down please?

It’s that time of year
Leave all our hopelessness’s aside
If just for a little while
tears stop right here
I know we’ve all had a bumpy ride.
I’m secretly on your side

Bite tongue
Deep breaths
Count to ten
Nod your head

I think something is burning
Now you’ve ruined the whole thing
Muffle the smoke alarm
Whoever put on this music?
Better quick sharp remove it
Pour me another
Oh, don’t wag your finger at me

It’s that time of year
Leave all our hopelessness’s aside
If just for a little while
tears stop right here
I know we’ve all had a bumpy ride.
I’m secretly on your side

Get me outta here
Get me outta here
Get me outta here

Get me outta here
Get me outta here
Get me outta here

Get me outta here
Get me outta here
Get me outta here
Get me outta here
Get me outta here
Get me outta here
Get me outta here
Just for love
Just for love.

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IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE:  I would say  lets  go and see what Paul’s  guest are up to lets  all mix  and have fun.  I would ask you if you would  like
another  cuppa, or  another cake . !   If we were having Coffee  Original idea  from  http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/

 

If We Were Having Coffee – Dec.07/2014 : GUEST POST

Little Things That Make a Big Difference

Paul your Barista

Paul your Barista

Welcome to Willow’s weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul and I’m happy to be here once again inside Willow’s home where it is nice and toasty, tending to your needs for a cuppa, and sweets. We’ve moved inside to beat the winter cold in the garden. Willow has fluffed the cushions and stared a blaze in the fireplace to make a cozy place to sit. I’d be pleased to bring a pot of whatever beverage you prefer – we have a wide range of teas and coffees to satisfy our world-wide readership. We can relax with a cuppa and calorie free electronic sweets while we discuss the affairs of the week both personaland/or worldwide. How has your week been?

Well it’s been a pretty good week for me – no big revelations but a whole slew of small victories. And you know, I sometimes think that it is the accumulation of little wins that make a big difference, as it isn’t as possible to lose so many incremental positives as it is to lose one big battle. Let’s start with last week’s post about the violence in Ferguson.

During the week I found a great little blog called Kindness Blog. One particular post really stood out. It describes three young black children in Portland Oregon who were giving out free hugs. And they came upon a police sergeant and here’s what happened:

http://kindnessblog.com/2014/12/03/free-hugs-at-ferguson/  Take a pop over there to see the rest of the story. To my mind that, right there, (this is an eastern Canadian colloquial turn of phrase) contains the solution to the Ferguson problems. The great big whole is, in fact, built of gazzillions of tiny details. Enough hugs can change a culture. What do you think?

Would you like a refill? There’s lots of cake and biscuits and other sweets. Please help yourself. The fire is cozy here in Willow’s home, isn’t it?

So, in my personal world this week, dialysis went swimmingly – no issues at all, every hook-up went smoothly, processing rates were amongst the highest I’ve ever achieved, and as a consequence I feel very good. Which, come to think of it, may be in part why things went so positive this week. We had a heavy rain one day and my ceiling leaked again but not as bad as it has in the past. I called the manger to let him know, as he thought this problem had been fixed with the replacement of the roof. That very same afternoon the roofing company re-appeared and replaced all the flashing (metal or fiberglass panels that are used wherever there is a change of angle or two section meet or at edges) around the roof and the manager called to let me know the problem really should be fixed now. This is an issue we have had for most of the year and it may finally have been put to bed permanently.

Then, I awoke one morning to find that when I turned on my kitchen tap, only a small trickle of water came from the spout. I texted the manager and he texted back that I should try unscrewing the tip of the faucet – that there was a filter in there that could be causing the problem. That seemed very unlikely to me, as the water had worked fine the night before and now hardly at all – as if something had broken. But, I grabbed a set of vise-grips and unscrewed the filter. When I turned on the water, there was more pressure gushing out of the tap than I had ever seen since moving in here. Amazing. I removed the filter and screwed the tip back on. Problem fixed. So, later that evening, as I was basking in the good feeling of having made some headway, the ceiling began to drip in a different place.  @#$%^&! I called the manager and told him that it was a small drip that started and finished quickly. He suggested it may be water just making its way out of the walls after the new flashing had been installed. I doubted that as the drip was in a different place but agreed to monitor it over night. During the quiet of the night, it soon became apparent that the drip happened each time the toilet on the second floor was flushed. The next morning I texted the manager and he sent over his repair man to check. He examined my ceiling – which is wrecked –and shook his head. After checking the upstairs toilet, he realized that a repair had been made to it that had not been done properly. Each time it was flushed a small amount of fresh clean water was running down the back side of the toilet and then between the floors and out my ceiling. It took only a moment to fix it properly.

When he came back down to report to me, I used the opportunity to complain about a space under my back external door where a seal had been gone since I moved in over a year ago. This leaves a space of over an inch where snow actually blew in last winter. I would tape up the space but it wasn’t very effective. When I pointed this out to him and reminded him that I had mentioned it many times, I think he felt bad for me. He said that he did not have the authority to buy a replacement sweep – as they are called – but he would mention it to the manager. I had heard this before and lost hope. But sure enough, that afternoon I met the repairman as I was walking to the store, and he hollered at me “Look what I’ve got! Merry Christmas!” He held up a brand new door sweep, still in the box. He asked if I would be home later and I told him I’d be back within 15 minutes and he said he would drop by. He did and installed the sweep – it fit perfectly and sealed the bottom so not even the slightest breeze comes in any more. Finally this problem that has been an issue for over a year is fixed.

So, it has been a very productive week for me, getting little things fixed, some of which have been outstanding for more than a year. I feel very positive that all these little things are now addressed and I am ready for winter. It’s a good feeling. Have you had a chance to get small things that have been bugging you fixed? Doesn’t it feel great?

That’s about all we have room for this week, so it’s time to settle in front of the fireplace with another cuppa. Sweets anyone? Willow and I are honored that you dropped by today to visit. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself and the conversation and please feel free to look around at Willow’s other posts while you’re here. Have a great week. We look forward to seeing you here for tea again next week.

 

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE: I would ask you if you would  like another  cuppa, or  another cake . !   If we were having Coffee  Original idea  from  http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/ 

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