We’re fortunate enough again this Sunday to host the weekly Cuppa column from my Canadian friend Paul Curran while usual host Willow takes a bit of a break at her place across the pond at willowdot21. As usual, Paul entertains and educates with his words and ways. Take it away, Paul.
If We Were Having Coffee
Painting by Jeanne Witkam titled: Afternoon Tea, created in 2007
Your Barista — Paul
Welcome to Willow’s weekly coffee and tea garden. My name is Paul, I’ll be your barista today, and I’m happy to be here once again. For the next few weeks Willow will not be able to access her internet dependably so we’ll be meeting here at Mark Bialczak’s Little Bitty in Syracuse, New York. Please come in and go through to the backyard. Mark, his wife Karen and their pooch Ellie B have prepared a nice, comfy place for us outside on the newly mown lawn of the Little Bitty, so I can tend to your needs for a cuppa, and sweets. The weather this morning is cool at about 63 degrees Fahrenheit with overcast skies. As usual, I’d be pleased to bring a pot of whatever beverage you prefer – we have a wide range of teas and coffees to satisfy our worldwide readership and adult beverages for those who wish something stronger. We can relax with a cuppa and calorie-free electronic sweets while we discuss the affairs of the week both personal and/or worldwide. Ellie likes to be patted, so please indulge her when she greets you. How has your week been?
Well now, my week was good, thank you. I have to tell you this -– I discovered something this week that apparently everyone else in the world already knew and I somehow didn’t get the memo. And I was quite amazed. Before I tell you, let me say that I do not intend to discuss this at length –- a paragraph will do. I read a casual conversation the other day that indicated that YouTube has a dark brother – SexTube – of which I was not aware.
Porn has historically been a product that generated revenue in North America, never free in the public domain. So, I looked it up on Wiki first -– not wanting to expose my computer to something shady. I’m sensitive about that, OK? Sure enough it has been an above-board free service offered since 2008 – seven years now –- all the free heterosexual porn you can consume (apparently gay porn has its own site). So, I bit the bullet and signed on to satisfy my curiosity. I’m still trying to get my eyeballs back in their sockets. Yikes! You can search the site for your choice, as you can most sites, and they have their offerings broken down by category (they even have a “Romantic” category for the ladies — although for the life of me I can’t help but think that romantic porn is an oxymoron — I didn’t look). I had never thought of sex in terms of categories, but they did. So I figured I’d scan the categories, being a curious soul. It starts off pretty tame with the typical sex terms, like missionary and such. No big surprise there. Then it starts to get into words I may have heard but didn’t understand –- and now I do, much to my dismay. I was pretty agog after a few minutes and figured this must almost be the end of the categories, so I looked over at the sliding side bar (the “menu” was all on one page and then went from there to whatever choice you made) and the bar was tiny and less than one-quarter its way down the page. I grabbed it and went to the bottom just to see if it was all menu — and it was and there were things at the end that I certainly didn’t know existed and never wanted to know existed — and now it is too late. Holy Smokes! I got out of there fast, let me tell you. I had to buy some bleach for my eyeballs — the good thing being that they are still not back in their sockets, so they are easy to clean. Ha!
Would you like another cuppa? Perhaps a sweet? The sweets are all calorie-free, you know. Now that we’ve had our weekly dose of the scandalous, back to regular programming. Ha! So, I had a chit for the Salvation Army Store, and I decided to go with a friend to visit Saturday. We made an afternoon out of it and took the bus (an hour) to the store and handicap transport back. I was impressed by some of the offerings. I got a big quilt for $12. And even more impressive, I found an almost new black leather bomber jacket my size for only $6.99. I wear at least an XXL, so it is hard to find clothes that fit. This one is lined and has an attached hood. My friend found a similar one in his size and when he got to the cash, they changed the price to $20. But they let my purchase go through at $6.99. Impressive. I haven’t had a leather jacket since university days — brings back memories, and I stand a bit straighter when I wear it. I picked up some golf shirts and some kitchen utensils. I looked for pants but I couldn’t find anything to fit my long legs. My chit was good for $70 and I spent all of that — it had to be spent all at once with no change. We arrived home with our treasures around 4:30, and I made a pot of coffee and sat down to finish this post. Slowly but surely I’m getting my place to feel like home.
That’s about all we have room for this week, so it’s time to settle in with another cuppa and pat Ellie B. Sweets anyone? Please join me in thanking Mark, Karen and Ellie B for their invitation to tea. We are all honored that you dropped by today to visit. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself and the conversation and please look around at Mark’s other posts while you’re here. Have a great week. We look forward to seeing you for tea and drinks here for the rest of the month of September.