A cup of coffee. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Today’s Daily Prompt: “Tell us about your first day at something — your first day of school, first day of work, first day living on your own, first day blogging, first day as a parent, whatever.”
Life’s full of firsts. After all there is always the cliché “today is the first day of the rest of your life.” I’ve had a huge number of firsts that might qualify. I’ve just had a first day at a new job, I still have a number of memories of my first full day as a Dad.
However I’m going to choose another first. Tonight on the ABC the Agony Aunt program was about dating with some wonderful Australian women talking about first dates and first kisses so I’m going to talk about a few of those moments.
A first date. Two in particular stick in my mind strongly. One must have been a failure, though at the time it didn’t feel like it, and the second a success.
Firsts are always fraught with anxiety and I can’t think of any other first able to cause me more anxiety than a first date.
Macchiato (Photo credit: Joshua Rappeneker)
Among the four men at the table he stood out. I don’t know if it was the huge smile or the boom in his voice or just that he was the brighter of the two men facing me. I’d seen him and his companions there before, almost always at the same table. The short cut, black and gray hair was in a slightly unruly wave. The face was lined with age without being too old or sad, it was just the face of a man who had known a few years while keeping happy and healthy. It was a dark face and I imagined him as a man who had worked outside, perhaps a building trade. He had on a white T-shirt with something printed on the front in black that was almost entirely hidden under the ‘azzuro’ blue nylon jacket emblazoned with a round logo containing a white ’N’ he wore over it. I’d even seen the jacket before, it must have been a favourite. I’m far too inquisitive and a few short moments with my phone and Google led me to discover the Napoli football team so I guessed that was where he had grown up, Naples, the southern Italian port.
The four were talking a mix of English and Italian, but the man who held my interest was speaking almost exclusively Italian and so fast I could only understand a few words given his speed and my bad Italian. I always wanted to understand more as he smiled and laughed.
Today’s Daily Prompt says “Set a timer for ten minutes. Open a new post. Start the timer, and start writing. When the timer goes off, publish.”
Ten minutes to write a blog post!
What can you do in ten minutes? Make a cup of coffee, perhaps.
I certainly don’t think I can open up a brand new document in Byword and end up with a blog post in ten minutes. It usually takes me at least an hour to come up with a half way decent idea. I’m currently working on a post about education that has taken two days of off and on work.
So ten minutes seems unduly fast. Just enough time to make that cup of coffee.
Coffee, and how I make it. That’s a topic.
At the moment there are three possible ways for me to make a cup of coffee. Right now, after midnight, I’d be most likely to use the dreaded instant since that allows me to have decaffeinated coffee. In the morning I’d use my machine to get a double shot of espresso with a little milk and sugar, first thing I need that jolt of real coffee to get the heart started. During the day I might use my french press for a milder coffee, it also allows me to make enough for three cups at once.
I also have a cheap Nespresso clone pod machine that sits in my kitchen unused. I bought it as an online deal but it totally sucks. I’ve tried it a lot but it doesn’t work consistently at all. It’s not a problem with pod machines, I’ve worked in an office with one that was excellent, it’s just this one that sucks.
Oh dear, there goes the alarm so now I have to publish this post.