hot and humid
It's too darn hot. Although we're down into the
eighties from yesterday's high 90's it has grown way more
humid. Pools of sweat form if you so much as lift a
finger. Starbucks' air conditioning is not working. A
mother and daughter of approximately early 60's and mid
to late thirties cuts in front of me in the line to order
coffee. They complain endlessly about the heat. The
younger of the two enters into a long discussion of which
frappuccino drink is less sweet. She wants to order a
frappuccino drink but they're too sweet for her so she
wants to know which one is least sweet. This goes on and
on and on for at least 10 minutes. The rest of the people
in line are becoming walking puddles of sweat and
aggravation. The woman begins asking detailed questions
about the air conditioning and complaining about the door
being open - umm, if the door wasn't open we'd be even
hotter...
frappuccino
Meanwhile the kid making the espresso coffees sees me
in line and makes me a grande latte before I even order.
The woman is still arguing about the heat and the
sweetness while I breeze down and pick up my drink
without a word's being exchanged. I slide the money over
the counter while she's still arguing. Finally she orders
an espresso frappuccino.By the way, where does Starbucks
get off calling these things frappuccino? Frappe is
meaningless word outside New England. Certainly nobody in
Seattle ever heard anything called a frappe in their
little wet lives! So they buy The Coffee Connection and
suddenly expect the nation to understand this silly name
of a silly drink based on a pun on a word none of them
have ever heard? Meanwhile, Dunkin Donuts has come out
with Coffee Coolata, which tastes much more like a coffee
frappe or an iced coffee milk than the frappuccino.
no basketball
No pro or anti basketball covert actions took place
overnight. Even the most intrepid kids seem more
interested in swimming than in shooting hoops. At the
moment I am blocked in by two van loads of kids. Not that
I was going anywhere anyway.
the mail
At last something from Earthwatch!
Oops, it's an appeal to donate yet more money to save the
Black
Rhino - not the briefing book for my botanical
expedition in October. How can I make travel plans
without knowing the expedition logistics?
Something from
Pan Twilight Circus - oh good, they have a matinee on
Sunday so I don't have to rush to Providence after
Elizabeth's piano recital tomorrow to make the 7:00PM
show. Instead, Nancy and I can go to "Water Fire" the
installation by artist Barnaby Evans at Waterplace and
then wander around checking out the other sculptures
installed for the Convergence
X festival.
Something from Schwab - boy they want me to move my
money around. They send me some new investment
opportunity every day. Most of my mail is from
Schwab.
Something from Marine Expeditions. Not about
Antarctica though. They are announcing a "Seven
Continents Millennium Cruise". 7 continents. 114 days.
$8,888. What am I made of money? What would I do with
Wilbur for 114 days?
The rest is junk.
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