Do you think it’s too much to ask that a cafe stays open ’til past 4pm on a weekday?
Is it? I mean I don’t live in a regional town, and our main street is peppered ALL OVER with cafes… and yet finding one to fulfil my caffeine craving so late in the day, seemed almost impossible today.
First world problems, I know. It might seem awfully petty to be concerned with these little nuisances, especially on a day like today when I went to a funeral…
You’d think I wouldn’t worry about things like that.
But we all deal with life and death in different ways, right? And there’s nothing like the reminder of the end of life, to make us really funny and fussy about all the things that we choose to do before that…
I had driven for a lot of the day. It was hot. Still, not feeling the best. I had eaten lunch in the car, picked up baby girl from school, and then we’d gone to exchange a Smiggles drink bottle she got for Christmas that had a faulty part.
I just wanted to sit down and have a coffee. It didn’t seem too much to ask. I wanted to sit down with my daughter, on what was a tiring day, and just stop for a few minutes.
The first cafe was doing takeaway only… damn you recurrent restrictions.
The second cafe was closing.
The third cafe was already closed.
The fourth cafe was also… closing.
I walked away, gritted teeth, cursing the fact that there were cafes galore but none apparently taking customers.
Finally. We went to our last option in that block – Sugo.
It’s weird that we’ve never actually drank or eaten at this place. There’s nothing wrong with it, it looks really nice… but we’ve never even thought to sit down there…
Too many options elsewhere.
Anyway, they were OPEN!
Baby girl and I sat down for our late afternoon coffee break, sharing a cookie, happy that we had gotten our small happy ending.
It isn’t the be all and end all, and it isn’t life or death, certainly… but it’s what we do in the space between the beginning and end of life that matters.
And if you want to have your coffee and sit down with it, well damn it so you should be able to.
In the past, I may have said “I’m not happy, that’s not sitting right.”
But instead I said “My BODY looks happy!”
Yep. Happy. Relaxed. Probably not cover girl form, but I actually don’t mind that it’s NOT.
It is holiday time, and I am just going with the flow.
Doing what I like, eating what I like… take today for example.
Coffee with baby girl at a cafe this morning.
Making sweet potato gnocchi this afternoon to freeze for later, just because I had sage in my fridge… because I’d decided I must spend 3 hours making home-made gnocchi to use up herbs for an accompanying sauce that cost a few dollars. 🤷♀️🤷♀️
Dinner tonight! Mmmm, our fave, at The Royal Hotel…
So of course my body is happy! Look at all of that! 🤣
You know, all jokes aside, a happy body doesn’t necessarily mean a body that has seen indulgence after indulgence, all day every day. Rather I am talking about enjoying the moment, and listening to what your body wants and needs, like really listening…
For example this morning, my body really wanted fruit on my cereal.
Other times I’m just craving the sweet summery taste of mangos, just roughly chopped up to simply enjoy.
And then weirdly on Friday nights, I end up devouring a bowl of Doritos,only to follow it with an even bigger serve of pistachios…? 😜
It’s been a hard past few months. Let’s try enjoy this holiday season doing what we love, whatever that may be. 🙏💖
The first half of my weekend was amazing… and honestly, the second half was meant to be good too.
We went shopping today to get some much needed Christmas gifts ticked off our list.
We got some stuff… there is still quite a bit to go…
But my recurring pains meant the day was not as happy-go-lucky as I’d expected.
Like I do all the time on this blog, I tried really hard to find the positive. And despite not really understanding what the hell is going on, there was some really simple, understated happiness to the day…
Axil Coffee Roasters.
The cafe at Chaddy was so good, we stopped there twice. Once for lunch…
And then after some more shopping, for coffee.
Now, I really should’ve taken the table photo of the coffee, and not just my cap, because honestly, the brownie, doughnut and danish we ordered alongside our 3pm pick-up would have made you DROOOOOOL.
This place brought the goods today. When other things failed, and I was getting down, this cafe hit the mark every time…