Coffee Today
I had coffee today, with Sheryl Crow at Starbucks. It wasn’t really the singer Sheryl Crow, but my dear friend. She looks a bit like Sheryl, but beyond that she is a wonderful soul. I love to visit with her because she has such a special and unique perspective. One that I don’t necessarily reflect, or embrace, but I do greatly appreciate it.
I love her for many, many reasons, but I think perhaps the greatest reason is the simple fact that when I am with her, I never, even for a second, feel judged. I don’t have many relationships with woman, perhaps for that very reason. I don’t want to compete with or try to out do or impress them. Frankly, I find it hard to give a crap about what women think of me. I typically don’t enjoy a conversation with a woman, because so much of the things that most women want to talk of is boring. But Sheryl is different.
She has 6 kids, like I have 6 cats, only different. (That is ridiculous!) But she is a very patient mom, and still so very “hip.” By her physique you would never guess she had so many. She is thin, and put together. He attire is jeans and cotton, and sometimes wool. Her clothes are cute, and not in the least bit stuffy. I like that. She has fashion sense and yet she will wear a beaded necklace made most certainly by one of her daughters. Although the beads may be shocking pink or chartreuse, she wears them like diamonds. By this she proclaims that her kids are of the greatest value and the trinkets that they make her are precious and worthy of display. I love her for that.
We met at Starbucks, as I mentioned. As we were sitting there, solving our little world’s troubles, her sipping a vanilla latte, and me an Americano, we were approached. A man, clearly familiar with her, came to our table to inform her that he had three “high security” job interviews lined up. What were we talking about? Can’t recall now, and it doesn’t matter now, nor did it really matter to this 40-something man. He wanted to give her a brief update, an interjection into whatever else might be going on in her life. That was it…he shared and went away. I asked her how she knew him, curious about the background there. He was just someone that she sees in this particular Starbucks on a recurring basis. I have a feeling if we coffee there again, we’ll see him. She said there are quite a few people she sees as a result of having coffee there.
Well…that’s all I have time for at this point.
