Over coffee.....

Happy Monday. (yes, I had to look it up. I don't keep up with the days so much any more.) We're having a typical early spring day here in the Northwest. Sunshine illuminating the side of the house next door as dark, heavy, and moist clouds hang low overhead.

I just got back from the grocery store. I survived with still a few bucks in my pocket. Imagine that! Its a good day, Charlie Brown.

I got some decent coffee on sale. Yahoo! Decent coffee means it doesn't come in a can. I'm not a coffee snob. I have my emergency can of Yuban sitting in the refrig, but there is a difference in the taste, fer sure. (My 'emergency backup coffee is over a year and a half old... I'm a little nervous about opening it up.)

I've decided today would be a good day to make a pot of chili. The days are going to begin warming up and this might be the last cool day and chili demands a cool day. I kind of use the term 'chili' loosely. Its a wuzz's kind of chili. I'm not into burning my tongue and throat and I've never understood how people can even taste chili that is super hot. In any event, I will need to get the beans on soon for the quick soak method of preparation.

Drama on the home front. Yesterday the woman who I smoke with saw a drug deal made in front of the apartments and the person returned to apt. G above me. The person was visiting there. The neighbor (I've got to come up with a nickname for her) went up there and really chewed out the person living in apt. G. And in no uncertain terms.

"KEEP THAT SHIT OUT OF HERE! TAKE IT OUT TO THE STREET AND KEEP IT AWAY FROM THESE APARTMENTS BLAH BLAH BLAH."

I asked how the woman responded and basically all she said was sorry. To be honest I don't think she had much of a chance to say much more.

My other neighbor, Wanda the sharecropper, seems to be making it a habit of knocking on my door and asking for a cigarette. That will be nipped in the bud. I don't mind here and there but when it starts to look like standard behavior, its got to be stopped. I'm such a bitch sometimes. I'm becoming more and more like my mother and thats a sad thing. On the other hand, I know if I had gobs of financial resources I'd probably be buying her a carton.

I watched the movie Million Dollar Baby on network tv last night. What a great movie... and its not really about boxing at all. Even with all the commercials (and editing to fit time slot) it was a great movie. I see why it won all those Oscars. Ya need tissue at the end, though. Sniff.

Seems like I had more subjects to yak about but they escape me at the moment. Its time for me to go fix another cup 'o joe and to get the beans ready for soaking. I've decided to use kidney beans, although I usually get pinto beans. Is there truly a difference?? I don't know and it doesn't seem important enough to test it out.

Talk to ya later.....