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Easter candy I stole borrowed from the boy.


Did you have an amazing holiday weekend? It was wet here and dark and gloomy and basically Oregon in April.

As most of you know, Iz and I sit down and have mochas together every morning. It’s a way of touching bases. You would think two people who both work from home already spend enough time together, but we really cherish our ritual. We talk about last night’s dreams (he has apocalyptic dreams, I have sex dreams. We might need therapy!) and our plans for the upcoming day. We review what happened while I slept (he’s up early, early for work. I sleep best alone) and sometimes we just savor each other’s company in silence.

If it’s a weekend, our coffee time tends to stretch out across the morning. And on those days I have time to wake up and wind up and oh boy. IZ gets treated to all the sermons on my mind. I stand in the kitchen trying to talk over the espresso machine—I get a little angsty. He listens with that bemused smile on his face—and I’ll give him credit, he multi-tasks well. “You know, here’s what I’m thinking I should blog about today. . . ” and I’m off!

Problem is, if IZ endures a sermon blog post from me then it’s highly unlikely that I’ll actually blog on the topic. Despite my orally crafting sentences and themes and putting it all together in a logical fashion. Sometimes these little rants of mine come out completely formed and sometimes, I stand there sifting through the mire chucking  boulders for the splash,

“I’m thinking about “unfriending” half the people I know on Facebook. That’s a good hook, right?”

“What do you mean I’m being hyperbolic? I do too think it should be illegal for 20 somethings to give  marriage advice.”

“What? I can’t say that on the blog? IT’S MY BLOG and I don’t think Jesus would mind.”

“What readers? I can’t alienate readers I don’t have.”

“If you didn’t want me to blog about how you used the force to remove my bra, you shouldn’t have done it. There should be some compensation for living with a man who thinks he has jedi powers.”

And that’s all before I get my cofffee! It’s not that he talks me out of anything. It’s more like I talk myself into boredom on the topic (or in the  case of the jedi mind tricks, laugh myself into an asthma fit!). But it does make me wonder if I’d blog more if we didn’t have coffee together on the weekends.

That’s a lot of ifs.