In the United States, from what we see on the tv, there is increasing lawlessness – rioting with burning, destroying, murdering, hurting – mostly, it seems in the big cities. Thankfully, none of that in our part of the world is showing, though, we occasionally get some bad stuff going on. Always seems to run its course when the perpetrators grow up, get a life, and quit being selfish snowflakes. (also, the coppers getting in there and ferreting them out!) But in the meantime, sometimes cattle are let out, combines destroyed, vehicles are stolen, inside of new homes being built are trashed, and multiple fires set to old buildings and piles of hay.
But, i hope that we never get to the point that others will attack and kill you for a coat they fancy, or a nice piece of jewelry or a sweet camera. Yes, there are some countries in which this happens in broad daylight. Tourists need to take care as to what they are wearing and displaying to avoid being accosted.
Daughter, Jessica, is always thinking of nice things to give others. She brought home from Vietnam Simple Coffee Co, a couple sacks of delicious coffees grown and roasted in Son La, Vietnam. She has since recently returned to Vietnam (quite the adventure in that – taking 52 hours and now in isolation!), so i’m enjoying the Forest flavor all by myself. We shared Sunrise earlier in her visit. Okay, now i’m going to cry because i miss her still. 😦 She’s been doing this international schools teaching since straight out of uni – you’d think i’d get used to her being gone.
Simple Coffee Hanoi
Số 87 ngõ 50/59, Đặng Thai Mai,
Quảng An, Tây Hồ
Hà Nội, Vietnam 10000
Excellent roast. My first cup was a bit of a surprise at how dark and strong Tanzanian Peaberry was. After that, i adjusted the amount of beans i use for just the right enjoyment. Although the description uses aromatic notes such as Sweet Brown Sugar, Black Tea, Anise, my first sniff reminded me of campfire cooking. Salter Bros Coffee Roasters roast the beans you order AFTER you order. Super fresh.
On Jun 6 a year ago, daughter, Jessica took me to a manicurist in Chillicothe because my hands and nails were a disaster and my son was to be married in a couple days. We walked in and i sat down – the young girl took one look at my hands and commented ‘you must be a farmer.’ no exclamation, no criticism intended — just stated as a matter of fact what she saw. Nevertheless, she commenced to work magic on my hands and nails in time for a very important day in my life – the marriage of my youngest to a wonderful new daughter.
Ivis and I enjoyed our weekly hike on gentle trails at nearby Pershing State Park – a bit cool and very breezy, but good to spend time together. Although, the calendar says we are 3 weeks into spring, there is only the tiniest bits of evidence.
At long last my feeble attempt at building a much–needed bookshelf out of the boards from our old horse barn that was located at the Lamme Farm is complete. Most of the delay was due to the super cold and long winter.