a reminder.

That purse still hangs by a ribbon on my bed post. Its broken zipper rendered it useless.

Its zipper broken that morning. I stuffed my things, left on the floor from the night before, into that purse.

You were lovely. Offering to make me coffee and eggs.

I was rushed, confused, and trying not to be hopeful. I didn't tell you. In my haste, the zipper broke. You walked me out, kissed me farewell, as I clutched the purse close. I wanted to/didn't want to leave.

You were lovely. I didn't tell you.

That purse hangs on my bed post.

lately.

Lately. Moments that have stood out.

[one]
Jenny and Elliott's company on my laid-back 4th of July weekend. Bicycle rides. Farmers' market. 2am dip in the lake in skivvies. Vegan cooking. Conversation. Jenny's comment to Elliott, "You never know what's going to happen in Milwaukee. Be ready for anything. Pack accordingly."
[To JK & E: promise next time I'll properly measure miles.]

[two]
Two people have recently told me to start up a cafe or foodery.

Jenny on my pancake skills:

Kate is really a pancake artist. Quit your job and open up a restaurant. Serve only pancakes and pastries. Heck! If I don't get a job straight out of grad school, let's pack back around the world then open up a vegan restaurant! Seriously!

Our accounting/HR guy at work:

You should start a cafe called "Sandwiches Made With Love." Your presentation is always perfect -- the colors, the shapes.