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#WeekendCoffeeShare Gourmet Staycation In Tucson

May 28, 2017 3 Comments

If we were having coffee this week in Tucson I would point out to you how dead the city is now. Obviously people leave to escape the heat. The snowbirds, the students, and everyone who can afford to go elsewhere for the summer have left the city. The businesses cut hours and do what they can to stay in business when their regular customers are basically all gone. If you were here now I would recommend you spend the night in a resort for less than half the winter rate, or dine at one of our fancier restaurants offering a summer special. For those of us who stay all year, this is a time to take advantage of the off peak bargains and less crowded streets.  Everything is air conditioned, so you will not melt.

Please sit down and let me pour you some iced tea from the extensive collection. I have place an order for new teas, arriving any day, so I am taking inventory of all the teas I need to use in the order they were purchased. I have so many flavors, but this is a basic pleasure in our lives, as well as a healthy way to consume herbs and water. I get really excited about the prospect of new teas I have not tried. Next week my collection will have expanded to about 40 choices. I am drinking a honey bush mango with a fruity taste. What is your favorite kind of tea? I probably have it on hand.  I hope you like the Allman Brothers Band.  I am playing a tribute until further notice.  I will turn down the volume because I want to listen to your stories.  What is happening in your life and writing this week? I had an average writing week.  I took one day off (yesterday) and produced nothing of great note.  I wrote anther tea review, and am starting to like that segment.  Are you trying any new ideas in your writing?

We enjoyed a superb brunch downtown yesterday in the spirit of off-peak excursions. We went to the Coronet, a restaurant we really enjoy but seldom frequent. We like the decor in a restored historical property. The service is always excellent, but with fewer customers it is even better now. The real reason we go is for the innovative menu and bar choices. Yesterday’s brunch was a perfect example.  Bob loved his eggs Florentine with gravlax.  I had a wonderful dish of poached eggs over grits served with black beans. Bob’s Bloody Mary had fabulous garnishes, including a picked tomatillo.  That is the item I plan to knock off and use at home.  I had never thought of doing that, but am a huge fan of the tomatillo, a green fruit that is NOT a tomato. We not only had the restaurant almost to ourselves, but the entire 4th Avenue shopping district was empty.  We spent some time in a used book store, where I managed to buy just a single book.  On the way home we stopped for ice cream at our favorite parlor, The Screamery.  We each had full punch cards for a free scoop.  We loved our dessert then took home a pint of blueberry cheesecake.  All in all, it was a superb little holiday with all the gourmet trimmings.  I am in the minority but I honestly love summer in Tucson.  The hot ghost town suits me perfectly. You may want to jump in the pool before you head out.  Stay hydrated.  Take an iced tea with you.  By any measure it is hot outside. You may want to stop and get some ice cream.

book shopping

book shopping

ice cream

ice cream

This movable digital beverage drinking party is hosted each week by Emily at Nerd in the Brain.  Please join writers from around the world for a chat and a digital drink each weekend. Read, write, comment and share.

#WeekendCoffeeShare

#WeekendCoffeeShare

#Writephoto The Hinges Of Hades

March 16, 2017 8 Comments

 

Hades

Hades

His death was sudden and unexpected, leaving matters in disarray at home, at his business, and with his students.  The mystery school had been meeting in underground caves teaching secrets and rites of magical passage.  Delphina became Fidel’s assistant, a priestess who inherited prophesy and ritual magic from her people, who came from an island with a volcano.  When the volcano erupted few survivors managed to make it to safety.  Delphina and her grandmother were saved by a passing ship.  She was only 3 years old when she arrived in her new land, so she found it easy to adapt to the culture and language.  Her grandmother suffered from nostalgia and yearned for a home Delphina did not remember.

Fidel lived next door and was her friend all through childhood.  Her grandmother was cautiously approving of him, observing his exceptional nature.  After her grandmother died Delphina moved in with Fidel’s family, and eventually married him.  Their work together at the school replaced children and family in their lives.  They dedicated themselves to higher truth and strict observance of their beliefs.  She had grown up within the culture, and never questioned the motives or the fundamental beliefs of the elders.  They always told her she was lucky to be alive, and she agreed.  She did not question the essential mystery she had been taught.  She believed that wealth was the most important and significant reward granted to the faithful.  Her teachings reflected her willingness to do anything to acquire money.  Fidel, whose very name meant faithful, was a son of Lucifer, trained in the art of stealing souls.  He was raised in splendor and glorious excess to impress the rest of the populace.  It never occurred to him that the rest of the inhabitants were there because they had been cursed.  He never suspected their deep resentment of his position.  He never even suspected who he was himself. His whole life was the ultimate betrayal.

While he was carrying out a ritual hypnotism in the inner sanctum of the cave, a group of hooded assassins stabbed him a thousand times with pitchforks.  The shocking news reached Delphina as she descended into the chamber to deliver ritual wine.  The large heavy gate at the top of the stairway slammed behind her, leaving her trapped with her husband’s murderers.  This was the first inkling she had about her true location and her fate.  She read the sign now facing her on the gate.  “Hotter than the hinges of Hades”, was all it said.

#writephoto

#writephoto

This is a response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt.  Please visit to contribute your own story, read, or comment.  There is a lively and interesting mix of writers who regularly contribute here.  Enjoy!

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