Saturday, October 27, 2007

Good Morning, Welcome to the Enigma Cafe, Day 4



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So Welcome to the Enigma Cafe.....I decided to open a nice little corner cafe, a place to gather and talk and sip some coffee and eat some muffins, a place to get cozy , find some comfort amoung friends. On weekends I might even make pancakes...other days there is soup...there is music on the JukeBox...and on the Blackboard Wall by the Front Door there is the Question of the Day ? and if you want certain music you can leave that messege on the Blackboard too. ( Yesterday DK requested The Temptations singing "I wish it would Rain"...and guess what I found it- go ahead and click the title).

*Note* For newcomers this month we are hanging Your Leaf Peeper Art, so email me the photo and we will hang it on the wall.

Also scroll down and you will see all the work that was done this week to make the Cafe comfy... Also TWO Lighthouse Stained Glass Doors arrived- so you all will have to help me choose ? Which one do you like better ?

*QUESTION FOR THE DAY ?*
IF your House was in the line of Fire , You have 2 minutes to grab stuff, WHAT would you grab and why ?

30 comments:

Josie said...

This is WONDERFUL...!

What would I grab in two minutes? My photo albums and my cherished books. Those things are irreplaceable. Everything else can be replaced. Oh, and some of my keepsake jewelry.

Josie said...

And, that's a hard choice between those two doors. I think I like the one on the left. I love bright colors.

D.K. Raed said...

Both doors are wonderful. I can't decide!

Re: the 2-minute fire question ... after yrs living in CA, you know I already have packed up all the important papers in one box (mostly legal stuff, house deeds, fire ins policies, original documents), so I don't have to even think about that. Just grab up the dogs, my purse (ID, plastic, cash, meds, makeup, emergency ph info), husband, his wallet & cell, trenchcoats & hiking boots (don't laugh, they are very versatile gear), that box of papers, back the car out carefully & head away from the flames. First aid kits & sleeping bags are always in the car. I don't sweat belongings, all replaceable & if I started trying to decide, I'd never make it.

enigma4ever said...

Oh dear I can see that these two doors are too good...hmmm..I love the wood on the right...but the colors and the design on the right...darn...

What would I grab...critters&kid...laptop,cell, photo albums for sure...the emergency box ( which has food, canopeners, tools,flashlight, change, batteries, first aid etc- it is a big box, but very handy- had it out west for quakes, now I have it in basement for tornados...), and shoes..I don't have any valuables really...everything we need would and does fit in the backseat...I think...( but knowing me I would lost my keys at the last minute...)

Dk: you thought of first aid kit and sleeping bags- that is wonderful...

enigma4ever said...

oooops I meant the COLOR and design on the LEFT..and the wood on the right...hmm, it is going to be tough...

enigma4ever said...

Oh Josie- good to see you here...glad you made it..hmm, you could not decide on the doors either..be sure to scroll down and see the the other goodies- that might help...

Spadoman said...

Either door, I'll just go in and out.

I'd grab my wife. Anything else would be able to be replaced in one form or another. Pictures are held in the images of the mind, important papers can be reproduced. If you can fix it with money, it's not a problem. The best things in life are not "things".
Grab the ole lady and get our asses out of there!

Double Americano please.....

Pursey Tuttweiler said...

I would grab hubby, the dogs and the cats. The cats would be a challenge, they do not like to be grabbed. I would make sure I at least chased them outside, but that would be dreadful, they could get hurt, their paws could get burned or the smoke could overwhelm them. Anyway, I would try my darndest to get those cats.

Pursey Tuttweiler said...

Oh, I like the door on the left.

enigma4ever said...

ahhh the door on the left..and you all are right to grab the Honey....6-6 and I would share the emergency box with all of you....and critters too....so how many Americano's ?

D.K. Raed said...

OK, the door on the left -- because it has a sailboat & the sun, and I just imagined myself walking through it & into the cafe.

And now The Temptations are playing! Great to see them & hear their smooth voices again. I wish it would rain, for sure.

hmmm, I see Josie is reading a book to Spado while he slurps his Americano, and Pursey's cats just followed her in. What's the tea today?

enigma4ever said...

Yup I got that Temptations song on...really love it..been humming it all day....The Tea today is a Ginger Chai blend...and I got that pumkin half&half creme that is good in it...and I made ginger snaps to go with the tea....ahhh, so Pursey's cats are curled up over on the sofa by the fire- I will save them some creme..you know I think I like the door with the sailboat too...it is soothing..

Fran said...

I like the door on the right for it's muted tones.
But hey- if we are going to have some stained glass, why not think big-- I'm sending a picture of a most amazing gazebo.... all it needs are some climbing red fragrant roses.

As for the 2 minutes to get out concept... I think I would be stunned, in fact it is going to take me more than 2 minutes to think about it. First thngs that come to mind are essentials- medical/survival. I can't imagine.

enigma4ever said...

Fran....any and all ideas are on the table...I think both doors are nice, I think one will end being the Front Door and the other the back door....

I don't know what we can do with a gazebo- but a picture of it we can hang up on the wall...

about the emergency fleeing...it is hard to imagine...but not a bad thing to ponder...7 days for those poor folks- I hope they are getting the help they need...I hope...

Fran said...

Well of course the gazebo will be our good weather outdoor hang out @ the cafe. Not your ordinary gazebo, but fits with the beautiful motifs you have chosen ; >

No said...

Hi y'all!...sorry I'm late...still in tears over the last Joe Nighthawk story...but I'm getting better...pour me a double...

I'm also writing a new play, The Sensitive Exhibitionist...anyone wanna play a part?

Granny said...

The one on the left. I don't do "right" anything.

Husband, his medicine,and cat. Two minutes? Photos and papers - they're on the same shelf and take up very little space.

My entire house takes up very little space.

I saw this question the other day with slightly different wording. It said "assuming your family was safe".

That might mean I could grab the computer too.

fjb said...

I like the door on the right, but I'm a sucker for natural wood finish.

Two minutes, eh. The kid (for obvious reasons), the cats (again, for obvious reasons), the back-up hard drive (it's a nightmare to loose all your client files - been there, done that!), the pictures and the important papers (only if time permits), all in that order.

landsker said...

The fire rages, heart beating, vision hazed with smoke and tears, throat rasping, I grab Hannah and Sasha, my daughters, and run, and run and run.
Maybe their mother knew about this imaginary fire, she left years ago..:).
If the girls were elsewhere, then it would have to be the mobile `phone, and wallet.

sumo said...

The door on the right please. I like the muted tones also. And I will have a vanilla decaf latte...please!

Spadoman said...

This place still open? Good, I need a place to unwind. I can't sleep at all. My daughter is moving away. I don't care about her moving, but for the past two years, I have immersed myself into being a grandpa and now these little kids will be gone. I'll see them, but only once or twice a month on a weekend at a motel 175 miles away. I'm feeling in bad sorts about it.

I said goodbye and got a hug and a kiss from Yoody, the 3 year old. Hugs from Anna and DJ, the older two, 9 and 7. Gracie, the 10 month old baby, went with her father earlier without a goodbye, that fucking prick. Hard to be a peace activist today. I should have ripped his balls off of him the first time my daughter got pregnant.

Sorry, was I talking too loud? I just got a little excited. I've had company from out of town since last Wednesday. They all just left Tuesday morning. Now, it's halloween. I'm checking out and going to take a ride and get a haircut and some dinner in a town 50 miles away. I won't drink and drive. I walked down here tonight, so, you got any wine? Pour me a glass of red. I don't care, cabernet or merlot, doesn't matter. I just need to relax. Maybe I can get some sleep at some point.

Nice place. That fireplace came out good. Anyone come around late at night? or is it always quiet like this? I'm used to it, being alone at night. I'll just sit here and think about the kids and how much I love them. Next time I see them, they'll be happy to see me. I hope Gracie remembers me and hope Yoody hugs me.

Spadoman said...
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Spadoman said...

The deleted comment was a double post of the same comment. Sorry about that...
Spadoman

landsker said...

The door? Enigmatic one.. The one on the right shines bright to me, but it`s close.

By the way, in Holland, and sometimes Spain, "coffee shops" is a euphemism for retail outlets that sell hash and pot, rather like the medical marijuana outlets of the U.S..

Mr Spado, I empathise with your anger and the sleeplessness.
When the ex and I went our ways, the children stayed with their mother.
I was angry, and depressed at the same time, my children, my home, indeed, my world was gone, so much so that I was unable to work. (I worked on local fishing boats and sometimes tugs, occasionally building sites).

In your blog, (which I read with interest), I see you lament the American model of healthcare.
Here in Wales, like Canada, we have a government managed health service, and the service even covers the issues of mental health.

So I went along to the doctor, with all my woes.
Who diagnosed me as suffering from clinical depression with suicidal intentions.
Now then, our health service is far from perfect, so it was several weeks before I got to see a psychiatrist, who referred me to several therapists and so on.
One or two offered prozac, and sleeping tablets, advice I declined!


Eventually, (I hope I`m not boring you all with this, but socialised medicine is the main reason I`m still alive, so I tend to extoll the virtues thereof.), after a year or so, and a caring therapist, I got the picture,
"Stay calm," she said, "Get up early every day, eat well, exercise, work when you can,and be creative."
"Keep in touch with your daughters, and see them on a regular basis."
Bit by bit, the depression lifted, I was able to work a little, (though sadly, not aboard ships), and became a "part-time dad".


Life went on, I washed dishes, mowed grass, took up gardening, and somehow forged a new lifestyle.
The "ex" encountered a new beau, with whom my girls just didn`t get along, and one afternoon, I got a tearfull `phone call from Hannah, asking if I had room for her to "come home", her elder sister, Sasha, followed a few months after, and here they have been for the last two years.

The help from the therapists, the doctors and psychiatrists was a lifeline from the state.
Taxpayer funded, and maybe not perfect, but they sorted my mixed-up mind, and thus rebuilt a family.

So there you go, my reason for the support state organised medicine.

Why should the state care?Altruism? Or is it because the state cannot collect taxes from the sick and unemployed?


Now then, can we get herbal teas in this little heaven, if so, I`ll have a blackcurrant and nettle, with just a touch of honey to sweeten.

I`m sure those children know how much you care, Mr Spado, and will look forward to visits, holidays, and chats on the `phone, letters and e-mails, presents and trinkets!

Spadoman said...

A thousand thank yous to you, Landsker.

For your thoughts, for your sharing, for caring enough to mention it to me and others who might just be readers, and for the advice.

Always nice to go into a place and see a friend. Some are friends and we never knew it.

Sure, I'm sad that they are gone from my immediate life. And I am angry. Nut my anger is controlled and not driving me. I came to the same conclusion. I must reinvent myself and go on with life. The past two years I have been a big part of their lives, and they, a large part of mine. They still will be, but just from a far.

Thanks again so much.

Give me a double Americano and whatever Landsker is drinking.

landsker said...

You`re welcome, I`m just thanking the ones who helped me!
Cheers.
Families and friends eh, I guess it`s the same where ever we go.

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landsker said...

Of course, not just for me, but there have been a trillion times that the function of the National Health Service has been there for the people.
All births are professionally managed or supervised and cost free , followed by regular check-ups and innoculations etc.
Or put otherwise, we are measured and checked, and fattened up for work :)
The story changes as we move towards and into adulthood, the service has constraints of budget, only so much money per hospital/doctor/patient...

Doctors have to choose which patients get what surgery and who gets what is always the basis of discussion.
For example, in the case of organ transplant, logic might say that the heart of a donor should go to a 25 year old, rather than a 65 year old.
But what if the 25 year old smokes cigarettes and is without work?
Hard choices, and yes, there are private hospitals who cater only for those who can pay, less than 10% of the pop..


Anyway, here I am with a thousand thankyous, on what can I spend such wealth?

As a child, my dad used to tell us about an American singer called Paul Robeson, and we would all sit and listen to his songs whenever they played on the radio.
We had no television, but the name of Paul Robeson was known to all in Wales.
He came here in the 30`s and 50`s, and sang for the miners and trade unionists., and for the Soviets too!
Here he made a film, called "Proud Valley", about a runaway black American who finds comradeship and work in the coal mines of Wales.

Eventually, the american government took away his passport. He had been booked to appear in a concert, October 1957 it was, in a concert hall in Portcawl, along side the ocean.
He was prevented from leaving America, so he telephoned the hall, and for several hours he talked and sang beautifully, at the end , the miners and workers cheered and clapped...

Imagine that, 5,ooo miners, gathered patiently, the `phone rings, one of them holds the earpiece to the microphone, and from New York a voice begins to sing.
There is a c.d available, one day I must buy it, "The transatlantic concert" is its` name.

But if you have any Paul Robeson songs at all, I`d exchange some of these thankyous to listen to him.

enigma4ever said...

Okay..I just got caught up..such a nice conversation that was going on here...esp the last part between Lanskr and Spado...thank you for that....

I am going to try hard to find that music....Paul Robeson ( it must be on Youtube somewhere- maybe if I knew the names of some songs- I should try that..or maybe I spelled it wrong)....

I am just glad that you are still here...
your drinks are on the house...as ever....

Mary said...

I'm late here! I've been working on a mosaic. I would love to do one for the cafe of course. Just give me some ideas of what you would want. Meanwhile back to glazing for me. Not much luck w/my peacock feathers. Trying to get the color just right and on opening the kiln this morning I didn't get exactly what I was shooting for.

Joe's fireplace is gorgeous! As for the doors I say the black one. The colors pop on it and the black door invites them to do so and I do love color.

for the fire question of course I would just get my family out, then my mothers ring, and I would so love to get the photos. I would. Sorry. Memory is going. I adore looking at my babies.

Okay. Enough. Back to the grindstone.