Sunday, February 20, 2011

Simply Sunday: The Joy and Consolation of Coffee in the Neighborhood



Sunday in mid-March feels like the beginning of a major flirtation. We’re flirting with spring and all of the optimism and bright energy that accompanies it. But on this Sunday, we’re in a holding pattern. The snow is melting leaving patches of green-brown grass and slushy puddles of water behind. At the same time, forecasters call for 1 to 3 inches of snow on President’s Day. Translation: All outdoor play dates will be moved indoors. The gyms will be thrumming with activity. There will be a minimum of grousing to go with the shoveling---grateful as we are that it’s almost over.

Sunday is another day in the neighborhood. We wake up to bright sun and pre-brewed coffee. It’s Casi Cielo---an esteemed blend---and the last of the coffee to be found in the house. The baby is terribly congested to the point that we must put her semi-sitting in the stroller so she can breathe properly---and walk her around to calm her. So instead of going to my Sunday morning Zumba class at Studio360, a very energetic downtown boutique studio in Montclair, I put on a tunic and jeans and head to the drug store to get “Simply Saline” and the New York Times. I get a kick out of using my Extra Bucks.

Then I head across the street to Starbucks where I buy 2 half-pounds of coffee (house blend and Kenya). I am able to briefly sit and read about Paris in the travel section.

My week is chock a block with fitness activities—Zumba, yoga, cardio-scultping, machines, pilates, resistance workouts, long afternoon walks…but today, Simply Saline trumps zumba. I finish my coffee and head home and spend the rest of the morning dancing to Gershwin to entertain my blissfully irrigated baby.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

And here I was thinking only characters in Dostoyevsky novels wore Tunics, who knew?

Yes, Sundays are wonderful, just behind cool, rainy Saturday mornings (with nothing planned) in my order of things. Going out to Breakfast is, I find, the most enjoyable dining experience. Perhaps this is because there is so much potential for things to come, or it may be that the very fact of realizing one has survived the previous evening is cause for celebration.

Anonymous said...

Sorry if I missed it, what did you name your child? I believe Krakatoa was under consideration.

Anonymous said...

Thrumming! Nice word. Everyone should coin their own words, in my opinion. Sort of a Wikipedia of English language.

I recently coined the word; Ambivaquivalence, although I haven't figured out what it means yet.

Anonymous said...

Yahoo, in their Healthy Living section, posted an article entitled; "5 reasons not to quit drinking coffee." The article discusses the health benefits that you've been on about.

In case you can't find the article it's just under their article called; "3 reasons not to stop breathing."

Anonymous said...

Dancing to Gershwin? Try this one;

Papa loves mambo
Mama loves mambo
Look at 'em sway with it
Gettin' so gay with it
Shoutin' "olay" with it, wow


Papa loves mambo
(Papa loves mambo)
Mama loves mambo
(Mama loves mambo)
Papa does great with it
Swings like a gate with it
He loses weight with it, now


He goes to, she goes fro
He goes fast, she goes slow
He goes left 'n' she goes right


(Papa's lookin' for Mama)
(But mama is nowhere in sight)


Papa loves mambo
Mama loves mambo
Havin' their fling again
Younger than spring again
Feelin' that zing again, wow


Papa loves mambo
(Papa loves mambo)
Mama loves mambo
(Mama loves mambo)
Don't let her rumba and don't let her samba
'Cause Papa loves Mama tonight


(Papa loves mambo)
(Mama loves mambo)


(Papa loves mambo)
(Mama loves mambo)


He goes to, she goes fro
He goes fast, she goes slow
He goes left 'n' she goes right
(Papa's lookin' for Mama)
(But Mama is nowhere in sight)


Papa loves mambo
(Papa loves mambo)
Mama loves mambo
(Mama loves mambo)
Havin' their fling again
Younger than Spring again
Feelin' that zing again, wow


(Papa loves mambo)
Mambo Papa
(Mama loves mambo)
Mambo Mama
(Don't let her rumba and don't let her samba)
'Cause Papa
Loves a mambo tonight

Nicole Gray-Chan said...

By the way, anonymous, you seem to have an incredible life---all helped, of course, with coffee!

Anonymous said...

Yes, quite right, although I've always considered that a double life might double the fun.

Cheers!