Month: August 2024

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I Take My Coffee Black

I love coffee, its alluring aroma, its gown-up taste, the buzz it offers, the latter so much so that my grandmother used to ward us off it, contending that coffee would make you ‘omnish,’ her vernacular for womanish.

Her warning has stayed with me for years, wondering what in the world she meant. If a sip of it was going to turn me into my graceful mother and her lovely sister sipping coffee in the early mornings over a past due catch up, after my aunt had made the gruelling 14 hour drive from Ohio, then I would happily suffer the fate of becoming ‘omnish’.

In hindsight, I think Mama, my gran, must have been protecting us from the drink’s bold taste, which can be too big for a child, and its addictive nature owing to caffeine and other perceived health hazards.

From being called the ‘new cocaine’ recently by a chatty London taxi driver, who notices coffee shop queues spilling onto the streets regularly, to being blamed for a many sleepless nights, anxiety and all the rest, coffee gets a bad rap.

And quite frankly some folks just don’t like it, my taxi driver being one of them. “I don’t see what people see in it. Can’t stand it.” He twisted his face much like a child who has tasted tar.

Though I have no basis to make the comparison to cocaine, I do know it can be addictive, but so can love if it becomes unhealthy. Okay, so an unfair comparison but you get my point.

All I am trying to say is that coffee does have a good side. No wonder its popularity on the high street and in hotels everywhere has surpassed other drinks of its kind.

For a small price to pay (relatively speaking) in a big-ticket world, people can indulge in an invigorating drink that gives them pleasure, if only for a little while, and something about it is binding to relationships.

We meet friends for coffee, make business deals over coffee, settle arguments over coffee and some find love over the hot stuff. We even catch up with relatives over it.

Remember my mom and her sister. Tid, our affectionate name for my mom, would add a dash of evaporated milk to hers and likely some sugar, but Auntie would take hers black, which is apparently the ticket to getting many of the benefits. Here, here to that. I take my coffee black.

According to recent research by Zoe Science and Nutrition, coffee has many benefits. Let’s be clear, drank in excess and at the wrong time, it can surely become a problem for some.

But if drank in the right dosage and at the correct time, (not before bed), it offers rewards such as improving microbiome diversity, cognitive function and healing damaged cells.

Go figure the beans have polyphenols, which are a type of antioxidant that has anti-inflammatory properties. According to the National Institutes of Health (NIH), all plants have polyphenols on some level and science is rapidly uncovering their benefits to human health.

I must say this is good news for me and coffee lovers everywhere. Still, it is best not to overdose. Experts say caffeine has an average half-life of about six hours. In short, that means if you have it three hours before you sleep, you might be in for an awakening that night.

For some time, I have come to love coffee in the early mornings or rely on decaffeinated coffee, particularly in the evening on the occasion that I grab a coffee after dinner.

Apparently, caffeine does provide some of the benefits to coffee that decaf lacks, but all is not lost, not even in taste. There are some good decafs out there. I should know. After all, I take my coffee black.

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Knowing When to Quit

That’s it I have decided to quit sports.

Shocking for those who know me because I am not an athlete, not the least bit athletic, withstanding training twice per week with my PT and going to the gym for a run on the treadmill. And I am at best a fair-weather sports fan. I can only hang in there when the going is good but when it gets tough, I run for the hills.

So, what is this throwing in the towel all about. It’s about suffering, deeply felt emotions that keep me awake at night and turn me inside out. Let me tell you, this season, if you will, has been one for tossing and turning. I have certainly experienced the thrill of winning and the agony of defeat with people I don’t even know and never will.

Fair enough, when I know the person – it is much worse. During my niece Jana’s sophomore year at university as a leading softball player, known for hitting and pitching, I revved up so much energy and emotions that I would wake up in the middle of the night checking my phone for a word from abroad, anything. And if Jana had a bad game, I had several sleepless nights. Just ask my therapist or even my husband for that matter. It was costly. 

As a result, last year, her junior year, I dialled down my participation several notches. I happily found out after the game was over, sometimes the next day.

So proud of myself, I thought I was strong enough to enjoy a few sports this summer–a live tennis match here and there, a live basketball game, an English football game via osmosis and then the Olympics, a peak here and there—I jumped in this summer, I think feet first.

And all I can say is you would have thought that Taylor Townsend was my long-lost daughter as I watched her play doubles at Wimbledon. Though Taylor and doubles partner, Katerina Siniakova, prevailed and went on to win the final the next day, I was emotionally spent by the time it was all over, and well beyond. Honestly!

I repeated a similar experience with the USA Women’s Basketball Team in a pre-Olympics showcase. They were nowhere near losing when I decided to exit, owing to a palpitating heart. They gave a stellar performance, but Germany had a couple of NBA players who were stellar, too.

Exhausting and the Olympics were yet to come, but before we go there, let’s finish Wimbledon—the Men’s Final.

I outright refused to watch, quite worried that my favourite Carlos Alcaraz, who I sort of latched onto last year in the absence of Rafael Nadal, would not prevail. When it was clear that Carlos was the victor and that the match was about to end, Paul called me in to watch. I showed up and fled quickly after he missed two or three match points. But I did come back to see him recover and wrap it up.

On that same day, England’s Football team lost to Spain in the Euro 2024 final. And here is the thing, I don’t even like football, but like the rest of the folks in the country I had high hopes for the young lads and when they experienced the agony of defeat, so did I, for days.

Now on to the Olympics. What a roller coaster ride for Nadal, albeit it a short one. He exited in the second singles round, falling to Novak Djokovic and in the quarterfinal rounds of the Doubles when he and Alcaraz fell to Austin Krajicek and Rajeev Ram from the USA, my country. Still, I was gutted.

Never mind, I stayed with Alcaraz until the very end, well sort of.  Again, I refused to watch and good thing, I did not. In his rematch with Novak Djokovic, whom he played at Wimbledon, the latter was the victor this time.

Although the win was well deserved, it underscores why I have had to quit sports. Being involved causes too much emotional unrest when the win is not with my person. Never mind that these athletes are strangers.

Admittedly, I have not watched any full sporting event during the Olympics, not even gymnastics, to avoid the racing emotions which leave me exhausted. Sadly, I do repeatedly check the medals tally, mostly at night when I should be lulling off to sleep.

No wonder I’ve quit. I know, I know. Quitting has been given a bad name and likely well deserved when you give up on something that matters, but when it is taking an emotional toll on you and threatening physical health too, kick the habit.

Knowing when to say when can be a restorative thing. I am much calmer now, particularly that the Olympics are nearly over.

 

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Celebrating Jasper National Park

Our trip to Jasper National Pak happened nearly a month before the out-of-control wildfire hit, destroying some 358 of the 1,113 structures in the town, as reported in a BBC article dated Friday, July 27..

A giant of a fire, it rose some 328 ft. Unimaginable, even to the mind of a novelist, at least this one anyhow. Of course, I prefer to think of the peaceful, quaint resort town bustling with life, exemplar of the Canadian Rockies.

And the astounding beauty that we witnessed driving along the, now closed to the public, Icefields Parkway to reach Jasper. It is still fresh in my mind, particularly the Athabasca Glacier, as is the lovely Fairmont Jasper Park Lodge, where we stayed overnight before heading back to Lake Louise, a beautiful small village in Banff National Park. And the Rockies themselves cannot go unmentioned in a piece trekking the drive to Jasper.

I must have imagined hundreds of castles in the mountains and all the rest but alas there is a real Castle Mountain.

In the meantime, though the fire has left many businesses and residents homeless and laden with grief, the Fairmont miraculously escaped irreparable damage and posts on its website, its heartfelt sorrow for everyone who has been impacted and confirms that though the hotel did incur fire damage, most of its structures, including the main lodge, remain standing and intact.

Ah, the main lodge. That is where we checked in and later had a drink in their cozy lounge and enjoyed dinner in their restaurant.

Though I didn’t post so much as a single photo on social media while travelling, so hypnotised by nature and quite frankly traumatised by the lack of phone service, I poured over my amazing images every evening and sent some off to family and friends in both the US and the UK, who oohed and aahed as if they were there, too.

With them I had much exchange about the beauty of Canada in general, as we took the first week of our holiday in the Maritimes (another fantastic story). Particularly, however, when we entered the Rockies, the natural beauty took on a level that I have only ever seen in Norway. Arguably, Icefields Parkway is one of the most beautiful drives in the world.

I can’t help but feel deep gratitude for having had the opportunity to witness one country’s astounding beauty. In Banff National Park, for example, we viewed Moraine Lake, unmistakably the bluest lake I have ever seen. And the scenery in Lake Louise was phenomenal, too. There, our hotel, where we stayed for two nights, overlooked the famous lake itself.

I have never been an outdoorsy person, as I don’t think cartwheels in the open air in Georgia and sitting in the grass taking in the smell of freshly ploughed peanuts counts. Not to mention the time I abandoned a Girl Scout Camp out in the middle of the night for the safety of my bed. Still, I enjoyed being in the open air and hiking up steep hills to discover more astounding beauty, even if it did feel more like a very cool Autum, when it was in fact summer.

As for the wildlife, we saw our fair share of bears, deer and the odd elk, though admittedly we admired them from our rental car or the safety of a restaurant. These animals are the real deal, so much so that every garbage bin in the park is bear claw proof, locked and only openable by human hands. Took me a while to figure out how to open the thing, admittedly with the help of a Canadian tourist.

Anyhow, it is hard to imagine the smog that continues to hover above the Rockies, masking the beauty and disturbing life that abounds there. It has surely left its mark on Jasper, devastating acres and acres of land and hundreds of structures and broken thousands of hearts.

But from what I gather and read, it has not crushed the fighting spirit of the locals and their fellow Canadian citizens to rebuild and to heal along with its beautiful land.

What a pleasure to have visited and to come away with breathtaking memories. As mentioned early, other narratives unfolded on this trip, too—the Maritimes story is not the only one. We attended the Calgary Stampede. Yes, you read that right, a rodeo in real time and a chuck wagon race too, all organised and powered by authentic professional cowboys.

Watch this space, you will be glad you did.