Royal Farms

This morning, I went off in search of coffee and found it at a convenience store called “Royal Farms.” I like their coffee best because they have machines that only grind enough beans for the cup it’s working on presently. There’s no urn that’s been sitting there for God knows how long.

I got a flavoring this time. Usually, I just want dark roast and some half-and-half. But they had hazelnut flavored beans and I thought, “that sounds good.” It turned out to be exactly what I needed this morning, and a commercial for the store because it doesn’t get much better than your coffee always being fresh.

The woman that worked there was very nice, helping me scan my rewards card on my phone. It was nice to chat to someone for a few minutes, even in the early morning before my first cuppa joe.

Going to a convenience store for coffee isn’t expensive, so I can see myself doing this again. I like getting out before sunrise can blind me, and Royal Farms is safe, well-lit, and has plenty of parking. I’m glad I finally found one with a gas station attached. The other two in my neighborhood are dedicated to their fried chicken.

I haven’t had it yet, but it’s on the list.

It’s nice to have a place to go so early in the morning that’s accepting of my pajamas and Jimmy Neutron bedhead. Or maybe it’s Fry from “Futurama.” In any case, when I get out for coffee at 5:30 AM, I am not dressing up. In the winter, you’ll only see my coat, anyway.

It has come to my attention that I need to do some throwing away and some shopping. Some of my winter gear did not come clean in the wash, so I need to order new. I need to take everything that doesn’t fit or I just don’t want it to Goodwill. There needs to be a whole thing over here. An operation. I think I will start today, because I have a meeting tomorrow with my Cognitive Behavioral Health group and that always takes up most of the day.

I need to create a high energy playlist to go with my hazelnut coffee, and I have a few in mind that are years old, but still worth a listen. When I need to dive into a project like organizing my house, I prefer pop like ABBA and Aqua. It keeps my energy level from flagging.

Of course, I could always throw on Podrunner, because cleaning will be very much like a 5K. That’s the highest energy music you can listen to because you can choose your own beats per minute. It works as well at cleaning music as it does in the gym.

I can think of a few things I would like to get for my apartment after I finish all the organizing, though. I’d like carpet powder to make it smell better, so there’s Dollar Tree in my future. The only scent I really like is apple cinnamon, because cinnamon will cover up the smell of anything. You can put cinnamon in your trash bags to help your nose…….

Plus, it’s just the time of year to deck out my house in apple cinnamon spice.

At some point, I am going to have to extract the carpet. I already have a carpet extractor, but I need to buy some shampoo. I won’t worry about it if the transfer comes through this week, but there’s a coffee stain that didn’t come from Royal Farms in my office that could use some attention.

I’d also like to clean up my deck, and take a chance on having a table and chairs out there. It’s the time of year where the middle of the day is spectacular to be outside. When I move to the second floor, it will be an even bigger must for the balcony, because my patio looks like I’m being “let out on the yard.”

I try to ignore all that as I focus on how delicious my coffee is, how nice it was to get out for a drive this morning, etc. That I wouldn’t be needing the patio today because who likes to be outside when it’s raining? Well, I suppose that it is nice that since my patio is underground, I can go outside into half of it without getting wet. But in that half, the sun can’t reach me and again, it feels very much like a prison yard because there’s a gate on top of my patio.

I’m now thinking that I deserve more, or I never would have had the strength to talk to the managers about transferring apartments. That I don’t deserve an apartment with problems if they have a perfect one available for someone else. This one needs work before anyone can move in, and I’m living here during the renovation.

I’m leaning into solutions, because I knew I didn’t have the energy for a full-on move in the middle of the holidays, but trekking my stuff across the campus won’t be hard with my car, maybe hiring a few guys with a truck to take the furniture. I would like to get a new couch, though. It’s just not as comfortable as it looks.

I want an overstuffed leather couch, and because I already have a guest room, I don’t need a sofa bed (yet). I might want to get a couch with a sofa because my next apartment might be a one-bedroom, though. I will just have to shop around and see what’s comfortable. I don’t want to buy anything without actually sitting on it.

I find that I’m attracted to the worn-in furniture at Goodwill. I like everything to feel soft and comfortable. A new leather sofa would take ages to break in. An old one just needs lots of conditioner and it’s good to go.

Pretty soon I’m going to have the money to make the changes I want, and I’m preparing for what happens down the road.

Stopping at Royal Farms, for a fresh cup of coffee and a new reason to wander around on the internet, talking about nothing.