Coffee Cup Stories #4

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I had a recent tele med visit where the nurse said something interesting, which I’m paraphrasing here. “Not only do we have to worry about the Corona Virus, but now we have to worry about our cities being on fire.” It made me think about what I’m going to do around the house for the next round of “stay-at-home” orders soon to come.

As we all rework our lives, we are discovering or rediscovering ways to occupy our time and minds. One thing that has become popular is gardening. A lot of people already gardened, but others are just finding out that they can actually grow food.

That brings me to this coffee cup. Ever thought about living in a commune? Or maybe you lived in a hippie commune in the 70’s? I was born a bit too late for that, but I definitely would have. This cup is not from a hippie commune, but more like a yuppie commune. To live there, you would need a lot of money to spend on a fractional ownership of a house with its very own vegetable garden. You can then enjoy (on a part-time basis) gardening, wandering through the huge community garden, the excellent restaurant serving food grown and raised in the community (yes they had farm animals somewhere), beautiful designer swimming pools, cooking classes, and shops selling handmade items (high-end of course) all while listening to live Latin music. I forgot to mention the great martinis garnished with stuff you have never heard of. After a couple of those, who cares whether you are drinking Vodka with hibiscus or helium. All of it designed to mesmerize you and sign you up for their commune.

I loved this place! But the only thing I could afford to bring back after the two martinis was a coffee cup. Did I mention it is in Mexico?

Carpe Diem.

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