But now while the winds blow and the snow is here I am stopped in my tracks. Not by mother nature, not by inability to get out in 8 degree weather but by the 6 feet of unshoveled snow.
Not until the snow melts can I look forward to sipping the fruit of the bean. No more will the chocolate flavor slip through my lips warming me in the middle of the morning commute. I have been set apart with a symbol that says, “No longer welcome!”

Is it intentional? I am sure the answer is no... However, am I inside drinking coffee? Again the answer is no.
So as I sit outside in my wheelchair I long for the spring or a person who will lift a shovel and clear a path to the doorway of paradise or at least to a no whip, extra hot, Grande mocha.
Jon Mullender
President
Summit Fence Supply, LLC
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Well today. I met my neighbor at Starbucks and she went in and told the manager that she tried to move the ice pile. He said, "If I had know it would have been gone!" and in minutes it was gone!
ReplyDeleteSo as I sipped my Extra hot, Grande mocha I said, Thank you.