Sunday, August 16, 2015

Visiting My Sister at Sisters Coffee Company

An overcast Sunday afternoon…..Sade is playing on the record player…I’m sipping hot coffee from my favorite mug, a campfire style in purple that reads “Sisters Coffee Company”. A picturesque coffee shop I frequented on my trip to Portland Oregon a few years back. I remember/instantaneously crave, their gluten free chocolate muffins like it was yesterday. They were basically chocolate cupcakes but because they were dusted with powered sugar instead of frosting they were justifiable to be eaten for breakfast with my favorite latte. 

I think I visited a total of 4 times, 2 of the times in one day snatching the last muffin as if devouring another would give me a new superpower, just as the coffee had given me superhuman speed. My Portland living sister knew some of the employees therefore they were my besties by association. I called out to what’s his name, saying something witty or at least the coffee led me to believe I did.

I lay across the big overstuffed leather sofa in front of the fireplace like it was my own living room.
The handsome man in the black frame glasses (which one right??) sipping his latte across from me would be my new boyfriend, our eyes met and I knew with such certainly we were destined, I would move here to be with him and we'd come here every morning, it'd be our place...then his boyfriend walked in. I shrugged off my soul mate and glanced around the room full to capacity of people busy on their laptops. They all must be writing reviews on this place, I thought or perhaps they are looking into the price of the apartments near by. The Pearl District…who wears pearls anymore? would only be a matter of time before they changed that to The Sisters Coffee District.

GF, coffee addicts and lovers of men in black frame glasses go visit immediately…or better yet, get one of those apartments and become a regular.

Patrick Hearts Pilates

I started Pilates again after a long hiatus. As soon as I lay down on the mat, this was in my face.

 Patrick, a 10 year old Jack Russell/Toy Fox Terrier is 5 lbs of attention yearning. He craves consistent attention from touching and/or throwing a ball. He follows me everywhere I walk, an extension of my footsteps, sometimes getting so close to the rhythm that he trips me. He follows me into the bathroom, trying and sometimes succeeding in sitting in my lap. At night he sleeps in a bed below my bed. He curls up below my feet as I sit at my desk writing this, biding his time before he asks to get into the chair with me.

I start a YouTube video on Pilates stretching, my back slowly hits the ground and my skin touches fur.

He rolls, he stretches, he rolls over my face, he rolls into the curve of my back, laying on his back and turning his head to stare into my eyes. I attempt to ignore him which only makes him try harder. I concentrate on my breathing and he licks my nose. I engage my core and he rolls onto stomach. I stretch out my side and he nudges my neck. He cries. I give in and pet his tiny head. He gives me 5 minutes before rolling around on the mat again. Thoroughly enjoying an activity that makes me eye level with tiny furry creature.

Patrick HEARTS Pilates.