I've been working at various coffee shops in the afternoons. Coffee shops provide some good distractions when my focus gets to wandering. Yesterday I overheard a woman talking about her mother. Her mother was a Rosie the Riveter. A small woman, 5 foot 2 and 100 pounds soaking wet, she could slip into small ship spaces for purposes of riveting. I wish I could spend some time riveting. I need the proper tools.
At the coffee shop, there are cakes for sale. Every day I think of buying a large round cake. I can clear a refrigerator shelf and keep it there. Any time anyone wants a slice of cake they can come over and eat some. While I was eyeing the cakes yesterday, a little girl eating a blueberry bagel asked me, "Do you want a cake?"
"I do, but I'm just going to order some coffee instead."
"You can get coffee over there," she pointed to the carafes on the counter.
"I want a different kind of coffee," I told her and then I ordered my second latte. The little girl lost interest in me and walked away.