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A moment ago, I walked into the house and was struck by its awesome silence. It actually seemed peaceful. The curtains were breathing in and out against the screen as the ceiling fans quietly whirred. Not one footstep could be detected and that horrid box in the living room, often blaring mindlessly away, sat silent. Better yet, I held a hot cup of French-pressed coffee and a cranberry-orange muffin from the new place in Uptown Kingston - Hudson Coffee Traders. They serve coffee from Counter Culture . This may be the best coffee I have ever consumed in my entire life. This has eased my distress over losing the Green Mountain blueberry coffee from the suddenly-closed Citgo. (That's a whole other story...) I checked Dad's spot on the couch and found him absent. Dana and the kids were out already. Seth is on summer vacation, so he was sleeping in. I'm a bit jealous of that. But this is nice. I'm sitting in my house, with a cup of blessed coffee, and it is both quiet and p...

3 out of the 5 days of the work week, there is a coffee incident inside of Kyrce's car which results in either of us spotted, if not covered, in coffee or the car sustains upholstery damage. Since we only commute 3 out of 5 days of the work week, this means there isn't a day the two of us share that doesn't result in a coffee incident. Perhaps worse than this is the admission between us that the highlight of our entire day tends to be stopping at the Citgo for Green Mountain Blueberry coffee. I really need to get out more... Now, we have a new rider to frighten - the intern. She has to be a bit crazy because she's riding two hours a day to work with us! And she worked with us last summer so she knew what she was in for before she came! And yet she still came! The crazy girl came back two years in a row to work with me! She must be crazy! But she is also awesome! So, on the first day of our intern's return ('Intern', may I use your real name?), I felt it w...

In my bedroom closet, you will find many things - a fishing pole, an old air mattress, a filing box for paperwork, some toys the children snuck in there. There are a plethora of shoe boxes but not one which contains an actual pair of shoes. Instead the shoe boxes are crammed full of mementos, old letters, and other such oddities. There's a crate full of old boots, but all of them belong to Dana. I never had a passion for shoes. Every once in awhile, I find a pair that I truly love and then I wear them into the ground. In high school, it was my Chuck Taylors. In college, it was a pair of Steve Madden boots I loved so much that I had them resoled. They lasted me nearly a decade. Every other summer, I buy myself a new pair of Tevas. But that's the extent of my shoe love. Imelda Marcos I am not. It's not that I'm cheap. But I rather spend my fun money on things I truly love. Like coffee. I could buy a new pair of shoes every week if I stopped drinking coffee. But that's...