I suppose I'm keeping up the weather theme, Gentle Reader, since nothing interesting or particularly bitchy is happening in my life these days. The conditions were rather moist this morning as I went out seeking a coffee shop to sit and draw while sipping the dark roast on tap. I bypassed as always Tim Horton's. I never go in there. I know it is every bit the symbol for Canadian patriotism as hockey and Canadian Tire and maple syrup but I would never be caught dead or alive or in an induced coma inside a Tim Horton's. Does this make me a snob? Well...maybe.
What really makes me gag with derision is the way Tim Horton's has finally discovered dark roast coffee. They have finally come into the 1980's. Wow! I started drinking dark roast, I think, in 1981, when a neighbour of mine served me my first cup of dark French. I was hooked, sold and transformed into a deliriously willing slave of that fabulously aromatic, complex and musky quality of roasted coffee bean. There has been no turning back.
I ended up at Melriche's on Davie Street, a local hip coffee shop where I have had perhaps seven art shows since they opened in the nineties. I was their opening artist in 1994. I'd been painting for only a year and already was producing a decent body of work. A young woman saw my paintings and became my agent, securing me a dandy little commission that paid for my first trip to Costa Rica. That's all it took to get me obsessed with becoming fluent in Spanish.
I saw a rainbow today. It wasn't full on brilliant and blindingly polychromatic, but rather faint, faded and tentative, like a very shy child peaking from behind a half-shut door. I paused, stopped, strained my neck only longing wishing and employing all my psychic forces to will it into a strong showing of blinding colour. It strengthened a little then faded like a happy sigh into the blue sky.
This evening my friends, who have recently immigrated to this country, disclosed to me that they are pregnant, expecting their first child. I remember the rainbow and now I am smiling.
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