High Aspirations

This morning No.3 son aka Top Gun came to me an d very seriously declared that he had matured over night and one of the things that he wanted to do before he was 30 ( he is now 18) was to climb Mt Everest. Being the ever encouraging mother I nodded and smiled saying ' That sounds nice dear' . It was only later this evening when I sat down to rethink the happenings of the day that I considered Top Gun's statement. High Aspirations! Most of us have them, how manny of us carry them though? It then occurred to me that Top Gun's aspiration could be correlated to my own writing life. 

What do we each aspire to do as a writer? Do we write for our own pleasure or because to put our thoughts on paper helps clear our mind.  Are we happy just to see people we know and care for enjoy our work? Or perhaps we blog because we have an innate need to talk to someone or record memories for future generations? Perhaps we dream that one day we will have a work in print, even more that it'll become a best seller. 

What ever our aspirations whatever field we take, I think Top Gun hit it bang on when he announced that he was going for the top. As adults we can shake our heads and comment cynically  ' He has a lot to learn' as so he has, but then maybe we can learn a little from our young novice like to aim high in life.

Culture and Etiquette part 2 or froth or no froth

Captain Corsair(my husband) and I were sitting enjoying our morning cup of coffee when the Captain glanced up at me with a white frothy moustache and asked my opinion on the depth of crema on a 'good' cappuccino. I really didn't know the  answer to his question so I played suitably dumb (not a difficult thing, I have found and ladies quite handy when dealing with the captain). Now let me explain; the Captain bless his p&q's fancies himself quite a barista and each morning and evening we indulge in an espresso, made with love by the Captain. This morning Captain Corsair stated that in his opinion, the mark of a 'good' coffee was the depth of creamy froth the barista managed to create. He liked to be able to eat his coffee with a spoon. As I have said I remained mute on the subject but it got me thinking. Although I like cappuccinos occasionally, my coffee of choice is a tall black-I like to savour the  aroma and enjoy the tastes of the different coffees. It occurred to me that the art of coffee making is much like that of marriage or any other task we undertake for that matter. It also pointed out how graphically different men and women are in their approach to these tasks.
     As I sat eye-balling my morning coffee and considering the vast differences between men and women, and I thought that when it all boils down life is really a froth or no froth situation isn't it?