Coffee and Breakfast: July 2, 2018

Day 1,554

I can disinvite you as easily as I can include you.  So, guess who is out of past and future Coffee and Breakfasts?  Persons and a franchise.  Gone.

I want my flat stomach back!

I do not have to write about you or talk about you because I hear you or see you.  When you create bad, ill-feelings, and make me feel bad about myself, I do not need nor have to include you.

My face and body are NOT a canvas.

I want the man on the side of the road gone.  I am done.  Any thinking, reasonable, logical person would do the same after what has been done to my body and mind…for what a game?  To keep a finger score?  He is not real, not to me, not for me, I want him gone.  And, his partner.

I want him gone.  Forever gone.

Coffee only for me.  Have whatever you would like and want.  I have spent too many years like this only being allowed certain foods and products to…I can’t finish this sentence.  I am too upset.

A flower bouquet is what I am making for this Coffee and Breakfast.  I have a pitcher that is a light green from a time before this house, so it was simply a pretty color.  It is made of ceramic, it looks a little shabby-chic.  In this I will place plumbago from my garden and yard, some native fern, a white flower perhaps daisies, red hibiscus – not just a red flower, red hibiscus is red everywhere, the stems and leaves are a burgundy color it is a flower I could take a cutting from stick in the ground and it grows, and my favorite rose, cottage roses, pale pink they are my favorite color for cottage roses.

My laptop knows this as I did research, I found a company that took cuttings from old abandoned properties of cottage roses.  Roses that had been left to themselves and thrived.  A company in Texas.

Roses need room.  Roses will not grow well if they are crowded.  Roses need to have air around the stalks, they cannot be watered at night, a lot of different things are required to grow roses well.  Therefore, they lend themselves so well to formal gardens.

Before moving here, I used to get Grounds for your Garden from Starbucks.  Every bag they had, I would take and put around my yard.  Then, reuse the bag in some way usually as a trash bag.  It is just smart to reuse something when possible.  This is something that the teacher has taken away from me.  Creating greater waste and hurting the environment.  Let alone not allowing me the freedom of choice.

Pale pink cottage roses, old-fashioned, simple, unfettered, dainty, delicate, so pretty.

This is what I give to you, a bouquet.