Today I worked in the Calgary Cafe. T’is a Friday, changeover day, not a given like a Wed/Thurs given. Folk come for coffee/cake/ soup/scones,luxury sponges, soft, melting, and the welcome is fabulous, even if it happens to be me relocating my specs and smiling like the sun. We all do this. We are a brilliant and dynamic team. There are times we could do with five more dynamics and then we’re just grand for an hour. T’is the life of a cafe. I love my bosses. How often does anyone ever say that? Well, I’m saying it now.

Times of pause, up to speed on prep, on delicious cakes, pizza swirls, scones with all the trimmings, amazing soups with fresh fresh sourdough bread, we kitchen chat. We share laughs, life bits, feelings, fears, whatnexts. Well, they do. I’m the granny in this mix, but I still love to swirl like the cream they put on hot chocolates and other things. The movaciousness of young folk capsulate me. There is hope, energy, a push, a conscious I Won’t Look through the veil of olding, although they see it in their own oldsters. And I remember that energy, still feel it but only because I am so determined to hold on to it. And, here, I am home.

And, by the way, (I refuse the shortening). does anyone still living know what shortening is?

Another marvellous day in the Calgary Cafe.