coffee=love.

the funeral is tomorrow at 11.
guessing by the amount of beans left in our last 2lb bag from co-op, we are probably half a pot's worth away from being out of coffee.
i had a brain spazz and thought of putting it out there that if people want to show us some love (well, me, actually) they can bring a bag any size of victor allens/berres brothers/starbucks/caribou/any local type of coffee tomorrow.
grammy would like it, i'm sure.
her eyes would sparkle and she'd laugh in that mischievous way that she passed down to me.
the above is all sort of a joke.
then again, not.
we'll go grocery shopping and dad will pick up some sort of french roast, which is what he tends to get if i don't put it in our order from co-op. [of course; the 2lb bag of dark roast hopped from a steady $15 to $25 one month, then 19 the other month....needless to say, we only bought it on the better value month, since caribou has 2lb for $20.]

i'm soaking up this song.

A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions.
[Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.]