The automatic coffeemaker came from a yard sale. A Cuisinart for, as I recall, five bucks or so. It even grinds its own beans at 4 in the morning, just like we ordered.
We like our brew with a Latin kick. Cuban roasted, for instance. Like espresso, which I turn au lait – or, in this case, Ole’!
Even curbing back my caffeine intake to a cup a day, as my doctor ordered, it’s heavenly.
Imagine rolling over in bed, hearing the grinder kick in downstairs, and then finding the pot freshly made.
What a way to say good morning to the world!
Hopping in the shower (expecting hot water)
Assuming the food won’t be poisoned
Pumping what they say is gasoline
Sleeping . And dreaming
Putting an envelope in the mail
Traveling . In any direction
Pit-a-pat is the sound of hands drumming as well as rain on the roof. Both fit my newest novel, which is being released today at Smashwords.com.
The book continues Cassia’s discoveries about her future father’s mysterious adventures before he meets her mother and settles down into marriage.
Here he heads for the hills after graduating from college, moving into a dilapidated farmhouse he shares with a dozen or so other young rebels and recluses. He goes back-to-the-earth with his housemates and their dogs and cats and chickens as well as their fields and abandoned orchard plus the surrounding ponds and forests. Nude swimming, anyone? Off they go.
He’s also coming to grips with his first full-time job, working as a photographer at the local small-town newspaper, where his bohemian ways don’t always fit well. Still, a job’s a job.
His life really perks up through eccentric new friendships around the campus in the valley, especially a young dreamer known as Drummer.
Sometimes it all resembles a three-ring circus.
In his heart, though, he’s looking for love – along with healing after being jettisoned by his college sweetheart. Running through Pit-a-Pat High Jinks is a series of lovers and passionate encounters that ultimately advance his erotic experience and understanding. Please note that the story can be rather graphic. (You will need to set the adults-only button to find it at Smashwords.) The tale is set, after all, in an era of free love and recreational substance exploration.
It’s a poignant and timeless mix of youthful escapades and mayhem.
Be among the first to read my newest novel.
In all frankness, it’s the dreariest month. In a flash, the trees are bare. The switch from Daylight Saving Time has many folks going to work before daybreak and coming home after sunset. Still, we can try …
- Harvesting root crops.
- Chill mornings with fog wisps rising from ponds and rivers.
- Election Day. We can always hope for a miracle. A return to sanity, for starters.
- Ministry and Counsel retreat – even years in Deerfield, Massachusetts; odd years in Winthrop, Maine.
- Days can be warm enough to work outdoors … or go for a hike.
- No bugs. Beware of ticks, though.
- Neighborhood souper. Everybody brings a pot of their own creation, then eats what everyone else has concocted. It’s outdoors, though, rain or clear.
- Tagging a Yule tree.
- Thanksgiving dinner. Why mess with tradition?
- Community Thanksgiving service. It’s turned into a showcase for local church choirs.
What do you like about November?