Coffee hopes and dreams

I came from a funeral. And Sassy reminded me of an English teacher. I went into a coffee shop and got coffee. The coffee was from a Keurig. I noted to the attendent that I'm glad there's regular coffee even if it is Italian. We laughed and it seemed like common sense to be grateful to not have coffee sitting for four hours. It saves him the mess of cleanup and the public the disappointment in old coffee. Though sometimes I've enjoyed another coffee shop where the coffee was cheaper and I got a discount for old coffee. Everything has a different relationship Sassy. That's why jealousy makes no sense and why Marriage tends to be delusional. I didn't want cream in my coffee. I have to make room for real blessings and not pretend ones. I like my coffee sugar no cream sometimes, unless I'm feeling sentimental on some occassions. And life goes on. This you and I both know. But I can't force life to be what I want, but I can allow my God given integrity be my own doorman. Pour cream or don't, life tends to go on either way.