Thank you for joining me on another #WeekendCoffeeShare. Come on in from the cold. It’s sure been bitterly cold this year. Not a lot of snow though which it’s a shame. It’s 2020, everyone’s working from home, having snow to look at would break the monotony. Anyway, what would you like? I have Hot Cocoa – the instant stuff I’m afraid – and instant coffee.
If we were having coffee on this final Saturday of 2020, I would say Good Riddance 2020. I hope you’ll never return. I would also say, “Hello 2021” and we shall start singing Auld Lang Syne with me playing the song on my 1985 vintage Yamaha keyboard. I’m sure I’m not the only one out there feeling this sentiment.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you I did 3 things behind my mom’s back this week which I have absolutely no regret.
I satisfied my 2020 craving with a tall juicy burger and fries. Trust me, it wasn’t easy. Mom’s words from earlier this week kept echoing in my head on my walk to the restaurant. “You’ve been eating so much. No wonder you’re fat like a pig.” Those words hurt me a lot.
“Eating is part of being human,” I had to keep telling myself as I handed over my money and watched the patty being cooked and the burger being assembled.
Guilt didn’t began to seep in until I half-walked, half-ran back to the office, unwrapped, and took the first bite but by the last bite, all that guilt was replaced with happiness. I felt warm and fuzzy inside.
I needed that. Who cares if I gain a little weight because of this? I can always exercise. Eating is part of the human condition. It’s how nutrients into our body. I have and should not have any regret doing what I did.
The second thing I did which I do not regret was actually done 2 weeks ago. I printed my first photo.
I have been taking and making landscape photographs for a few years now and have never printed any photos. I went with a 12-inches-by-36-inches canvas print. It was supposed to arrive after Christmas but it arrived on December 23.
I’m so happy how it turned out. Mom, of course, had her opinions about the photo. She’s such a cynic – saying the photo is too good to had been taken by me, asking me whether it’s photoshopped, and how no one can tell the location of the photo, blah, blah, blah – obviously, she doesn’t believe I’m capable.
The final thing is I decided to order 36 spice jars to house my spices. I’m tired of keeping my spices in tiny plastic baggies. I can’t write on them and sometimes, I can’t tell cayenne peppers from smoked paprika because they’re the same color.
It arrived on the same day as the photo. “What are you, rich?” Mom said when she saw what I bought.
“I got a gift card.” I said.
“So do I. Are you spending my money?”
“No, it’s my gift card.” I snapped. “I can spend it however I want.”
“But not on this.” She pointed at the tiny spice jars. “This is a waste of money.”
“I’m not spending your money, all right. Why do you care so much what I buy?” She mumbled something about not having enough room in my house for all my stuff but the truth is, most of the stuff are hers.
She occupies most of the spacious pantry with her so-call snacks which she doesn’t allow me to touch. I only get little corners in the back for my spices, oils, and vinegars while my flours get pushed all the way into the bottom shelf which I have to get on my bad knees to reach.
So I bought 36 tiny spice jars which now occupies a slightly bigger space in the pantry. No regrets.
If we were having coffee, I would thank you for joining me and hope to chat again in 2021.