Words Actions and a lot of Coffee in Brazil.
If you could understand why it doesn’t matter it is as simple as this morning. I am listening to the playlist below. It reminded me being up in the morning watching my great grandmother making breakfast. This morning I made something that would make her proud and my cooking teacher cringe. Denny’s patrons and 4 star michellin ratings. Sometimes comfort food is different than great food. Although what is great food? Either way my Great Grandmother knew how to make biscuits and gravy. She was from Kansas. She is the oldest relative that was actually blood I knew. She taught me probably the most important fundamentals of life in it’s simplistic form. I can honestly say Mable Miller was a phenomenal woman. When she passed I felt that was the last of the holy ones in some ways. I see so much of her in me. I think of her often. Country and Big Band. Dodgers and a six pack. I was in my early 20’s when she passed. I think that’s when I decided to truly just live. I was too serious. Doing and apprenticeship being treated poorly. I never conformed completely. I guess that is her strongest trait I inherited. Either way This morning is great. I get to see a car show within walking distance today with my neighbors. I love this Long Beach Life of knowing my neighborhood. We like to say hello. If anyone is an outcast it is me. Although let’s face it. I am. I can not even spake the language that is my first. I still say “Warsh Cloth” Yet I still wash my hands. Go figure. Thanks Nanny aka my great grandmother. Today is a weird day. Too many shots last night. Too many paintings this weekend. Interactions. Bowls? I have know idea. So why am I writing? Therapy. I suppose. Since this is nothing but an exercise to sit down with coffee. It’s just jibberish that will be never read again. I guess we all just do. IT? Because? I don’t know. We just do. It’s pointless to think more than today. Just do. That’s what I do. I just do what I want. The only thing I question is the way I was made to believe. I guess I question everything now. IT’s better that way. I know my Great Grandmother did. She believed in things I do. Either way I believe this is one damn good cup of coffee. Everything else at the moment is not of my concern. This was just a call for action and words. Which technically is just a blog.
Cheers
Me aka your friend Jeffery Page
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