Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Peace. Love. Zillie's.

If you know me by now,

      you know that I have a bit of a love affair with my coffee mugs.

The warmth, 

          the comfort,  

               the way that each one feels in my hands,  

     the stories they have to tell . . .    

 ( Yes, we are still talking about coffee mugs. )

This one reminds me of a beautiful day in Ocracoke:  

     Whiling away the hours on the front porch of Zillie's Pantry.    

     The warmth of a stone pit fireplace; 

the chill of an ice cold beer.  

     The comfort of passing the time with one who knows me;

          the thrill of making new friends who don't.     


Peace.    Love.    Zillie's. 


Friday, March 1, 2013


He has gotten used to me being around.

On most mornings, during the week, he would watch as I would go about my routine -
      putting my clothes on, doing my hair, putting on my makeup . . . and,
when I would walk downstairs and grab my keys, my purse, and my coffee mug,
      he knew.

He would solemnly walk over to his chair -
      the one with the front seat view to the outside world,
(and the best angle for watching my car exit and enter the driveway). 

And, with ears and tail down, he would watch, as I would walk out the side door.   

But, this week has been different.

He has gotten used to me being around.

I have been getting up a little later and, in an effort to jump start my day,
     making daily trips to the nearby drive-thru Starbucks.
So, when I put my shoes on, instead of walking over to his chair,
     he runs over to the side door, hoping and expecting that I will say the magic words . . .
            "Charlie, come!"
And, as the door opens up, he leaps outside (before the opportunity is lost),
     and waits eagerly, yet patiently, for me to open the passenger side door.   

"YES!" he seems to say, as he positions himself in his seat.

Another day together.