Well, I wouldn't exactly call it 1000 victories, but this is indeed the 1000th post. Not my 1000th post--keep in mind Mary's hundreds of contributions, in addition to those of the several guest authors who have contributed along the way. I thought of how to mark this occasion, and had intended to do so in a typically earnest fashion. But "I don't wanna. . .Not right now." For earnest, I refer you to posts 1-999 (OK, not exactly). I'm in a loose kinda mood, and I walked into Alterra on Prospect intending to try the Jose Afredo Zeledon as drip coffee, but I saw that one of the more, ahem, attractive staff members was working the espresso machine. I felt like taking the risk that my worldview might be smashed--she can't be that hot and pull a great espresso too, can she? Well, I needed a new worldview, and I got one, served up in a 4 oz. demitassse. This was the first straight espresso I've had of this week's coffee/espresso of the week, so I can't really compare apples to apples. Still, compared to all of the espressos I've had at this location--and most or all of my best Alterra espressos have been right here--this was one of the better ones.
As is often the case on weekend evenings, a sizable middle-aged crowd is here, socializing merrily. One woman has a haircut, tan and body habitus eerily similar to my own. I mean, she could play me in the movie version of my life. Note to self: butch up. (Though I'm not quite sure what I mean by that--a small earring is pretty much her only non-butch attribute.)
I can actually relate some almost breaking news. When I was walking here across E. North Ave. from my apartment, the street was being blocked off due to an accident. The victim or one of the victims was on a stretcher being loaded into an ambulance. I've been feeling grim for weeks--well, to be honest, all year. I have the "luxury" of imagining and exaggerating ill until it becomes real, and I'm at the physical therapy clinic having the negativity excised from by body. (Or so I theorize.) I'm really eager to draw some kind of a dividing line on this date and say that the rest of the year will be different. I'm not sure if this is grim too, but I will indulge in this much earnestness in this post: I resolve to consider every day in which I leave home on my feet and return at the end of the day still on my feet--having done no harm to others and, indeed, maximum good--a good day. For as long as that holds true, I will consider my life 99.9% successful. Everything else is really just 0.1%.