I'm having a very Seattle morning...
My sister would look at me at this point, being a resident of Seattle, and give me "that face"... you know the one... something between annoyance and amusement. The kind that only sisters can give to older brothers.
I'm spending my occasional Sunday morning in Starbucks, while my boys are in Sunday School... having my Decaf Venti Soy No-Whip Mocha (yea... sounds like a chick drink... deal with it), with my laptop open (blogging obviously), and my iPhone out and plugged into my ears. I chose my own soundtrack (NCIS Season 1) over the one being piped into the store this morning. Seems very hip, cool, and Seattle to me (again with the look?).
On this particular morning I was intending on being good and going for the low-fat coffee cake and catching up on work before my vacation week... but a call from my friend Andrea this morning shifted my outlook... so in front of my blog I sit and as I ordered my coffee my eyes drifted over to the marble pound cake... so... Carpe Diem... or in this case Carpe Pound Cake.
A little research (and given its Sunday... very little) brings me to the full phrase for that little ditty we are so familiar with: Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero (Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the future). Sort of seems fitting for leading a happy life... since on Wikipedia (the source of knowledge, of course) it interpreted this little ode as "the future is unknowable, and that instead one should scale back one's hopes to a brief future, and drink one's wine". Now I can get used to the wine part, but I would prefer not to scale back my hopes. I prefer to think of it as "live in the now with amazingly high hopes for the possibilities presenting themselves to me." And that is much better than the related biblical phrase "eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die"... which seems too fatalistic to me.
But my Friday conversation with Andrea comes to mind. I went over to visit for lunch before her trip to Houston for surgery and we spend more time talking that eating. I like her outlook that we are all here for a reason... and apologies to her if I am misstating... but once you figure it out and accomplish it, then off you go to the next existence. She thinks she has figured this all out for herself, being the "old soul" she is. I would agree she is an old soul... and would like to think I am one as well (well maybe not as old as her's is). I on the other hand think there is still something to be learned from this experience she is going through. Time will tell... But in the meantime we went out and got cookies for lunch... I heartily recommend this... everyone should do this once in a while. Is good for the soul.
Carpe Cookies.
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