Disordered gratefulness on a Sunday morning...

I am writing this at the coffee house a couple of blocks from my house. There is a middle aged couple on a second date to my right and a guy outside on the patio who looks like a graying Lester Bangs in horn rimmed glasses. Just had a nice large mug of French Roast with extra cream and an egg and veggie scramble with marble rye toast and have already been to Walgreens for the toilet paper, conditioner and deodorant we were out of. If we had not been out of half and half this morning, I would never have had the motivation to get out of the house and enjoy this sunny spring morning, so hooray for lack of planning! Spent yesterday with my family - we went out to the casino on the Yaqui reservation to scatter my Grandfather's ashes and play a few slots in his memory. My sister won $145 - $80 of it on her first machine - which was enough to pay for lunch for all 10 of us. Spent the afternoon gathered at my Gramma's house drinking Crown Royal whiskey on the rocks (again, in honor of my grandfather) and reminiscing. My brother in law made deep fried apple cheesecake tacos. They were way better than they sound. Meanwhile, the Boycorbid took my girls to see John McCain speak at the local community college, intending to raise insightful and agitating questions about our state's new Gestapo immigration policy, but perhaps predictably did not get acknowledged during "question and answer" time. Today we catch up on the neglected responsibilities of Saturday, including a first draft of my English term paper, long overdue grocery shopping, and gathering materials for my B.S. red light camera ticket court date tomorrow. "Date guy" at the next table is now telling his date that he "used to eat horse" from the pet food store when he was in college because he was on such a tight budget. Um, odd choice of date conversation. "Date girl" is laughing nervously and loudly. Lester Bangs has finished his coffee and left. The ten am brunch crowd is arriving. A fine time to make my exit...