The barista, her nipples and the hungry baby; Kalib jumps upon shadows
Saturday, April 24, 2010 at 12:50PM ;)
I pulled up to a coffee hut near Jacob and Lavina's house in Anchorage and the barista stepped to the window. It was one of those kiosks with a somewhat elevated floor and a window that is long in the vertical dimension so that when the barista moves about behind it, her full figure is on display and - by coincidence, I am certain - the figures always seem to be shapely.
Still, it is close to their house, I had promised Margie and Lavina that I would bring them each a cup, the coffee is Kaladi and usually very good, so I pulled up and ordered three.
Shortly afterward, the barista found that she had to perform a task that required her to bend over, toward me. This put her breasts within arm's reach and right at my eye level. Their magnetism pulled my eyes right to them. I then discovered that I was looking, not at cleavage, but at breasts - full breasts, in their entirety - and they were the kind of breasts that, once glimpsed... well, you know.
When such a sight is put in a front of a heterosexual male of any age, he cannot help but want to look at it. That is the way God made the human male and there is no way around it. That's how we are. Yet, I know that it would be impolite and unseemly for me to stare, so, naturally, I averted my eyes toward the nearby car wash. A GMC pickup truck was just emerging from one of the cleaning stalls. Steam rolled out with it and churned into the air all around it.
I watched that truck depart, then turned back to the window. The breasts were still there. The barista had to know, so I thought maybe it would be okay if I studied them for a bit, but I quickly rethought this position, turned away and watched another vehicle emerge from the steam and then depart.
I turned back... still there. I turned away.
Finally, the delightful breasts of the barista had been removed from my sight, she had handed me the coffees and I had paid and tipped her the same as I would have if she had been dressed like an old-fashioned school marm. I did not try to stuff the tip into anything. I just handed it to her. I drove away, feeling a bit shaken.
A few minutes later, I carried the coffees into the living room to give to Margie and Lavina. "I don't think that I should go back to that coffee hut," I said as I handed them their drinks.
"Why?" one or the other of them asked.
"I feel like I have just been to a strip club," I answered. They both laughed.
"Did you see something?" Lavina asked.
"Yes!" I answered. "Everything! From here up," I placed my hand at sternum level. "Even her nipples! Her nipples were fully exposed. So I don't think I had better go back there. I may be growing old, but I'm not dead."
Sometimes, when Margie holds a baby, she speaks for the baby, becomes its mouthpiece. Now she spoke for Jobe.
"Nipples? Oh, boy, grampa!" she spoke in happy baby tones. "Me know what to do with nipples! Me hungry. Me can make good use of those nipples."
We adults all laughed some more and then Lavina asked, "where did you get the coffee?"
"You know, that place right over there, where we usually get the coffee." The name had slipped me.
"The Hot Spot?" she asked again.
"Yes, the Hot Spot."
"The REALLY Hot Spot," she added.
"Yes," I agreed. "And they looked really nice, too."
To be quite honest with you, I still haven't fully gotten over it.
;)
The worst part of it is, right now, Jobe cannot have mother's milk. Regular readers will recall that Margie went into town Sunday night, planning to spend four days and nights taking care of Jobe so that Lavina could go back to work.
Instead, Lavina got sick - very sick, painfully sick. e-coli sick. So Margie took care of both her and the baby and stayed a fifth day. Lavina is now feeling much better, but even so is taking medication that will prevent her from breast feeding Jobe again until May.
So Margie fed him some formula and then burped him.
;)
A bit after 6:00 PM, Jacob came home from work with Kalib, who he had picked up from day care. A tennis ball preceded them up the stairs.
;)
Muzzy snatched the tennis ball and made it his own.
;)
Kalib walks across the living room floor without his tennis ball.
Where is the tennis ball now?
;)
Here comes Martigny. Maybe she hid it.
;)
Kalib, Lavina and Martigny. No tennis ball can be seen anywhere.
This cannot be disputed.
;)
I was even more tired than Kalib and I knew that Margie was, too. I wanted to get going, headed back home.
;)
Jacob and Lavina invited us to go to dinner with them at Taco King. We decided to delay our departure long enough to take them up on it.
Jacob left ahead of the rest of us, walking with Muzzy. Kalib and Jobe got buckled into their car seats in their family's Tahoe and, given the fact that Lavina was still weak, Margie drove them all.
I drove our car, so that we could head straight for home afterward.
I arrived at Taco King first and, as I waited outside for the others to arrive, an airplane flew overhead.
When dinner was over and it came time to say goodbye, Kalib jumped on his mom's shadow.
;)
Then he jumped on "Shadow."
;)
He stomps on Shadow's left leg.
Kalib, living in his grandfather's shadow.
Kalib, shadow hopping.
;)
More shadow hoping.
;)
Then it was time to go.
I should note that before I went to buy the coffee and pick Margie up, I had a little business meeting. Very soon, I will be working on a new project and can start paying bills again. Such can be life when you are a freelance photographer.
I am very glad about it - but this does not change the fact that, whatever projects I must take on to survive, I now see my real work and future as tied into the development of this blog. I will still put up that button, hopefully today and will work on other schemes to bring in blog-based funding. I give myself until July 14, 2011, to figure out how to make this thing self-sufficient.
And whoever you are in New Jersey, thank you. I will be in touch.
Reader Comments (21)
I love this blog! You are so genuine and real. I love Kalib living in his Grandfather's shadow, what a lucky boy~
Tim laughed and laughed over this. We don't have such a business here in Pennsylvania. Tim is not a coffee drinker, but he is thinking of heading to Alaska and taking it up.
...and furthermore, he wants to know why you take pictures of virtually everything but not this?
what great pictures, i just love your Family
I was feeling a little down today, Ok more than a little, and read your story and just laughed and laughed. I have to say I was not sure what I was getting into when I read the title, but Bill Hess you never cease to amaze and amuse me. Best of luck with the new project and with great hopes it does indeed pay the bills. And as for that button...blog fans are standing by!
my hubby laffed at your coffee encounter...he says that he is pretty sure you took a picture of the breasts but understands that this is a family blog and that's why you didn't do a Hot Spot coffee kiosk window study...and he understands completely.
Your blog has been nominated for a blogger's choice award.
http://bloggerschoiceawards.com/blogs/show/92682
Let's all go vote.
Jerry Seinfeld said it well...
"Looking at cleavage is like looking at the sun. You don't stare at it. It's too risky. You get a sense of it and then you look away."
I thought blogging on the 'net was free so do you have to pay to do it? Or you're trying to earn a living doing it? I think the latter.
Here's a site I stumbled on, have not looked at it in-depth. Maybe along those lines...
https://payperpost.com/
Bill, I'm laughing!! Then I'm enjoying the photos. Then I'm laughing again at akbright's Seinfeld quote.
DAd we laughed so hard while reading the blog, I read to Jacob while he drove...of course the boys were asleep...
Here is the link to vote for Bill's blog in the photography category of the blogger awards
http://bloggerschoiceawards.com/blogs/show/92682
So funny! Thank you for the laugh about the barista. I hope Lavinia will recover apace (and thank you for the chance to use that word, by the way). and that you all have a nice time at home. Peace.
Bill, is that your plane on your banner, back when it was still servicable? I take it it's damaged beyond repair now?
Laughed and laughed. And what wonderful pictures of shadowhopping.
That gave me a good laugh :) That's quite the show!!!
Love that shirt too, that's classic!
Thank you, everybody. Glad I was able to make a few people laugh and to brighten what had been a down day for Mocha.
Sally, thank you for the nomination.
Mark, no - the airplane on the banner is one that passed over me one day as I was out walking near Wal-Mart.
Lynda, there are free blogging services, such as Google's blogger, but even there they will charge you for storage after you pass a certain limit - although it is a huge limit, but not too huge for me. I did my original "No Cats Allowed" blog on blogger, but wanted a site with more capabilities for this one and so chose Squarespace.
This was a horrible mistake.
Yes, I hope to find a way to build this blog into an online publication that can actually be the basis of my livli-hood. It's a huge challenge and I am not even close and don't even know what I'm doing - I'm just doing, but I am intent on it.
Bill,
Hand on your heart --- Wer r d Pics :P
Has this blog got the largest number of comments? Glad that you got a new project and my hearty wishes for the successful completion which I bet you will do! Jobe has grown in the past few weeks and got more cuter cheeks now!
Pass my love n kisses to him and Kalib
I hope the dr or pharmacists did good research before banning Jobe from mamma's milk for so long. Check Hale's book to be sure, cuz that's a lot to demand of a baby.
Suji - It's fun to see you here again. Glad you came back and I will pass on your love. Actually, of my recent posts its not this one, but the post of April 20 that got the most comments.
D - You are right, it is a lot to demand of a baby - and a mother - and it could also make resuming breast feeding very difficult, yet I think we have no choice but to trust the doctor on this one.
I'd trust a pharmacist over a dr, and Hale's over both, but that's me. Glad to see she's been able to resume.