Bring on the adult fidget spinners

Bring on the adult fidget spinners

I’m incapable of sitting around doing nothing so my hands find things to turn into adult fidget spinners. I’m designed to fidget. I have no science to back my theory of Genetic Fidgitery but just ride with me on it.

I have notebooks and bits of paper filled with random doodles and thoughts – most of which collect dust until I toss them in a spasm of tidiness.  I’m one of those people who tears apart a paper cup to create little dioramas when I’m out having coffee with friends. I’ve destroyed hundreds of paper clips in meetings.  Worse still, I’ll carefully tear the label off beer bottles and fold them into little creatures. I’m paying attention to the conversations around me, It’s just my hands start fidgeting. A friend recently threatened to buy me a child’s toybox so I’d have things to play with.

Sometimes I see something, a shape usually, that triggers an idea that plunges me down a rabbit hole of silly ideas. Recently, while having a mediocre coffee in a place that will remain unnamed – forgive me espresso gods – I kept staring at the clip art coffee bean  on the back of the bag. With the right flourishes, it would make a great badge for the magazine and ended up with Killer Bean:

Well, not a fidget spinner, but a scan of a hand drawn logo of a coffee bean with fangs.

This would make a great fidget spinner for me

If that isn’t the name of an espresso bar, then it damn well should be.

A beetle, some Black Bear espresso & everything is right with the world

A beetle, some Black Bear espresso & everything is right with the world

Woke up this morning knowing everything would be ok with the world today.  I have my beloved Black Bear beans back. Whoa … aliteration before a second espresso! I experimented with another brand of espresso and well … I’m a creature of habit.  The other espresso was good, but lacked the boldness and low acidity of my favourite bean. I love Muskoka Roastery.  I should hit the company up for a sponsorship … I could babble all day about their beans. If they ship me a case of Black Bear I’d dedicate Memoirs to them.

Product label from Muskoka RoasteryThat’s their label up there. For awhile I couldn’t find it in any stores and was forced to try different brands. Just not the same. I almost did a happy dance when I spotted it back on the shelf yesterday.

AND a bonus day on top of having my Black Bear back, I found this sauntering along the livingroom floor:

Photo of a beetle wandering around my apartmentLovely, isn’t he? I may be a complete and utter coward when it comes to spiders, but I have no fear when it comes to the rest of the bug kingdom. And he is gorgeous. Photo isn’t that great, but you can see some of his colouring. He even has a little fuzzy butt. The white hairs stick out a bit, which amazed me. I didn’t know beetles could have hairy bottoms.  Unfortunately, I suspect he’s the one who’s been munching on my morning glory, making it look like a wholey mess.

For the record, he’s a Japanese beetle.  I’ll have to do a bit of research and figure out a way to send them off to join the aphids.  Given the aphid devastation my plants endured, I’ll take a wild guess and say Japanese beetles have zero interest in eating them. Why couldn’t I attract lady bugs?