I've been drinking coffee since I guess I was 13-14 years old. I never really liked it, but I could never deny the fact that it was the essential and integral part of our neighbors meet-up routines over the weekends, the core of stories, sharings sometimes even gossips... but it all never really mattered to me, cause for me coffee time sometimes was the happiest and the most bonding time that I spent with my dad. He was actually the one who "taught" me to drink coffee :)
My dad he is an early riser, he usually goes to bed at around 11-12 p.m. and he is up at around 5.30 a.m. or 6 a.m. the latest and just as all artists are, he drinks a whole lot of coffee. The first cup of coffee he usually takes is at around 6 a.m. and the second one falls at around 8 a.m. the time when the whole family is still in bed. Yes, he is the only early riser in my family of looong sleepers.
My dad, he has such an controversial extremes in his character. He is both extremely social and antisocial at the same time. I don't even know how it is possible but he somehow is able to combine these 2 extremes in his life. Mornings are the time when he is extremely social :) So having taken his first cup of coffee he would be cheered up-up-up with the idea that he was going to share his second coffee in a company with somebody. So he would walk around the house, waking everybody up asking "who wants coffee"? ...and 8 a.m. in the family of long sleepers is still too early so usually his sweet inquiry would follow grumpy noises like "Dad, come on no, it's too early, let us sleep".
I used to be a long sleeper as well but I still thought that it was very sweet of him to offer coffee and be willing and eager to make it early in the morning, so I would get up and say "I'll have a coffee with you dad, you are making it or shall I do it"? "No, I'll make it, come to the balcony when you are ready"!
And though the coffee was not really age appropriate for me at that time, I just couldn't deny it from my dad.
I hated it - the coffee, I honestly, absolutely, completely, totally, hopelessly, wholeheartedly, desperately... hated it, it wasn't tasty to me at all. it didn't make any sense to me why people would actually voluntarily take coffee, but at the same time I couldn't refuse to take it, cause it all just wouldn't work without it: it wouldn't work with tea, with water, with juice. The morning chill, balcony, dad, his tripod and canvasses, colors and brushes, stories, would come together only with coffee.
Our mornings with dad were beautiful, our whole drinking coffee routine would take not more than 10-15 minutes every morning but sometimes those were the happiest minutes of my day. And just like most habits are usually formed by doing them regularly, I started drinking coffee and in a while (in about 3-4 years) long while actually, I completely forgot that I actually didn't like the taste of it.
When I was writing the post I came to realize that I actually don't have any coffee photos or portraits from our balcony with my dad, but it's OK, maybe I'll take some later and edit the post, meanwhile let me share few moments accompanied and portrayed with coffee.
After I left my job and started running own activities, this was the first day that I was working out of office. My mood was just like the weather that day ~ all springy, blossomy and beautiful :) |
That moment when I thought would be really cool to end a year by visiting elephant somewhere in India or Sri Lanka (which we actually did in my former "from Sri Lanke w* <3" post) |
Took this portrait just yesterday. Got severe flu and sore throat about a week ago still pretty sick and pretty unhappy and still trying to heal myself with natural remedies. |
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