Brrr

[David Seaman]

"Getting cold outside!" Dave thinks to himself as he enters the coffee
house. He gets the usual tall black coffee from Galileo and sits in a
comfy chair by the fire. "The warmth feels good," he thinks. "Nothing like
a fire when it's getting cold outside." The fire, the coffee, and the
coffee house. It's all very grounding to him. And he will need it cause
there is a pile of crap to get caught up on at work. He needs to be
focused. Be present with his work until it gets done.

"I hate my job," he says into the fire. No one else is listening. The fire
takes his spoken words of angst, mingles it with the the smoke of the
burnt fuel, sends it off into the morning air above the roof tops, where
it floats like an unrequited spell in the morning chill.

He takes another sip, sighs. "It could be much worse..."

[Diana]

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Post by David Seaman
"Getting cold outside!" Dave thinks to himself as he enters the coffee
house. He gets the usual tall black coffee from Galileo and sits in a
comfy chair by the fire. "The warmth feels good," he thinks. "Nothing like
a fire when it's getting cold outside." The fire, the coffee, and the
coffee house. It's all very grounding to him. And he will need it cause
there is a pile of crap to get caught up on at work. He needs to be
focused. Be present with his work until it gets done.
"I hate my job," he says into the fire. No one else is listening. The fire
takes his spoken words of angst, mingles it with the the smoke of the
burnt fuel, sends it off into the morning air above the roof tops, where
it floats like an unrequited spell in the morning chill.
He takes another sip, sighs. "It could be much worse..."

About to exit the kitchen where she has been making caramel apples,
Diana pauses, unsure of whether her presence just now would be wwelcome.
The voice emanating from the general area of the fireplace sounds like
it belongs to the guy she has come to think of as "Mid-life Crisis Man",
although she would never dream saying that top his face lest he think
she was of making light of him. She wonders whether less wallowing and
more movement in some direction or other might not be beneficial; but
then, everyone must find the path through his own struggles.

Deciding on her own course of action for the moment, she slips into the
room as quietly as possible, sets the tray of caramel apples on the bar,
and, waving silently to Galileo, nips out the front door and onto the
street, carrying one of the October delicacies with her to munch on the
way home.

A small card propped up against the tray of apples reads: FOR EVERYONE
Diana
<http://personal.bellsouth.net/d/r/drdrive/hereiam.html>

[David Seaman]

Post by Diana
About to exit the kitchen where she has been making caramel apples,
Diana pauses, unsure of whether her presence just now would be wwelcome.
The voice emanating from the general area of the fireplace sounds like
it belongs to the guy she has come to think of as "Mid-life Crisis Man",
although she would never dream saying that top his face lest he think
she was of making light of him. She wonders whether less wallowing and
more movement in some direction or other might not be beneficial; but
then, everyone must find the path through his own struggles.
Deciding on her own course of action for the moment, she slips into the
room as quietly as possible, sets the tray of caramel apples on the bar,
and, waving silently to Galileo, nips out the front door and onto the
street, carrying one of the October delicacies with her to munch on the
way home.
A small card propped up against the tray of apples reads: FOR EVERYONE
Diana
<http://personal.bellsouth.net/d/r/drdrive/hereiam.html>

Dave stands at the bar fiddling with the TTT devise.

"Confounded thing," he says, doing his best Hunter Thompson imitation. "I
can't get this to work at all. I'm to old for this shit. My children laugh
at me. One day they will cage me with my typewriter and fax machine. Make
fun of me and poke me with sticks.

"Ah now there is a technology I understand. A card that says 'FOR
EVERYONE'. Thank you Diana. The carmel is almost as thick as my skin.
Wonderful!"

Dave sits in his favorite chair in front of the fire. Sips his hot cider
and enjoys the apple.

[J Peters]

Post by David Seaman
"Getting cold outside!" Dave thinks to himself as he enters the coffee

Gemini backs through the door carrying a crock pot and a tote bag. She
stomps her feet on the mat to shed a bit of dampness.

"I brought chili," she tells Galileo, plugging in the pot at the end of
the bar. She pulls a cutting board out of the tote bag, and sets cheese
and corn bread on it. Galileo brings large mugs and spoons out from
under the bar.

"At my house, it's soup season," she says, as she doctors a mug of chili
with bits of cheese and cuts a small slice of the bread. "The days get
colder, cross country season winds down with more time spent on speed
and less on strength."

Gemini shows Galileo something on her Blackberry. He smiles and pats
her on the back.

Gemini helps herself to more cheese. "No limit on cheese here.
Amethyst cheese has no cholesterol."

Getting older in RL isn't for sissies. We don't have to do that here.

[David Seaman]

Post by J Peters

Post by David Seaman
"Getting cold outside!" Dave thinks to himself as he enters the coffee

Gemini backs through the door carrying a crock pot and a tote bag. She
stomps her feet on the mat to shed a bit of dampness.
"I brought chili," she tells Galileo, plugging in the pot at the end of
the bar. She pulls a cutting board out of the tote bag, and sets cheese
and corn bread on it. Galileo brings large mugs and spoons out from
under the bar.

"Yes!" Dave says a little to loudly. He bellies up to the bar. Galileo
hands him a bowl and Dave helps himself.

"Thank you Gemini," he says. "Just what I needed for a lunch break!"
"I'll take a hot cider please," he asks of Galileo.