bread rolls and dragon fruit
Its Monday. One of my favorite breakfasts these days are these rolls my wife gets at our local market. Cambodia makes some fine pastries and baked goods. Then the Dragon Fruit. Particularly the red one but I will do the white one. My wife has the skill to tell which one is which from the outside. I just eat them. Oh... There are yellow ones too. Many are grown here. Cambodian fruit is some of the best stuff. I guess mangos are of two kinds. At least. There is this sour one and a sweet one. One is very crunchy and the woman that I buy fresh cut up mango from does both. I think I mostly get the crunchy sour ones. This time of year they are falling of the trees. We have a mango tree in our front yard. Every so often one falls.
off to coffee soon
Aside from my speculation on fruit and when or if my wife will buy some rambutan for me since it seems more present, is where I shall end up this morning for the dose of caffeine I so enjoy. There are the regular mostly Khmer places I do. I really enjoy the local places. I don’t really know until I walk.
I had written about lousy sleep for two nights. Thankfully last night I was able to sleep straight through until almost 4am and then get back to sleep until after 5. Very thankful for that.
I decided for some time to turn off analytics on the blog and then I turned them on again. I also had removed the upvote thingy. I added it back in again. I don’t know why. Just things I do I guess. Like finding some photos that has nothing at all to do with sleeping and fruit. Likely some place completely different than how life is now.
I’ll be going now. See you at coffee. Nice walk and here I am. Lalatte coffee and I get one of the couches. Now I just stay until I go.
Writing and all
I think often about change to things. I’ve tried using a journaling app. I love the idea of it. The charm of buttons and dials. Not so much the lock in. Even if the files export to markdown I cannot use something else on the files. I’m not free. It bugs me about bearblog too. I don’t like web editors and databases. The writing should be basic. Easy. I should be able to pick up and go.
So I try things but moving away is not there for me. So back to coffee. Back to walking. Thinking on just how beautiful this morning was an I had no expectations. I’ve come to realize in my advanced years if I want to ruin a thing I should have some expectations about it. It’s better to have nothing and want less than to see what the guy down the street says works for him.
And on
I’ll be sitting here. Enjoying some day that ends with Y. The coffee and tea sits there. It’s patient too.
That’s the way of it from breakfast to walking.