I’ve spent a lot of time these past couple months sitting around doing nothing, the very thing I hate the most. Over the Holidays I developed a mystery medical issue that has me wishing I could call Dr House for a diagnosis. It has also kept me from doing anything fun. Well, that and the cold winter days we have had. Cabin fever has fully set in at this point. I’m so desperate I’m even willing to go to the Mall. I can almost see how murder/suicides happen…and I’m starting to regret that I showed Lori where I keep the loaded guns! (just kidding…relax.). She has been a trooper, taking great care of me, but I’m sure she is well over it by now.
My boredom caused me to pick up my laptop and start looking at my blog; the one I recently told you I was temporarily putting on the shelf. While looking through the archives I discovered, to my surprise, that I’ve been writing this particular piece of drivel since 2009! I was thinking of making some major changes before beginning again, but once I realized how long I’ve been writing it, I decided to get over myself, dust off the front page and just write. So, here we go; if I didn’t lose you in the interlude hopefully you will follow along with me and see where this road leads.
When I roasted and sold coffee under the B-town name one of my accounts had 42, 10 and 15 pound coffee bins. I ran out of different coffees to fill those bins so I just started making stuff up. Call it poetic license. I called one of those blends Mojo. I’m not certain but I think it was a blend of Colombian and Sumatra coffee. Pretty tasty too if I do say so myself.
I think mojo is some mystical, voodoo spell in a bag or something like that. Too bad I wasn’t able to recreate that in my blend…I’d probably still be in business. Some use the word to describe self-assurance or confidence. I think of it like getting your head on straight, feeling groovy (hippie lingo for you youngsters), in control and on your game. I’ve been wandering around in a bit of a “get off of my lawn” sort of funk for a while and have come to the conclusion that I need to get a grip and get my mojo on. So, I had my daughter and grandsons cast as spell on me…let’s hope it works!
Let’s see where the year takes us…hopefully to good places.