24 January 1998 – 5:33 pm
At Offices – Austin, TX
What to Do on Saturday Afternoons
There are nights followed by mornings-after when I’ve had it up to here with this place and its clientele and with coffee and especially with cigarette smoke. I wake on these mornings with a dry throat and no energy at all to rise and I feebly declare that “I shall not go there again today, perhaps never again!”
And then what happens is that tea time rolls around, and it seems that it would be splendid to have a warm cup of coffee and to read a book — perhaps even do some drawing — and then, here I am. I had more to say about the people who work here — who smile when I come in and wave when I leave, but didn’t notice at all that I wasn’t here for nine days. Why should I expect them to? Perhaps because I notice when they are gone for a few days. Oh, well.
Especially on Saturday afternoons, when the sunlight turns slanty and golden, this place seems just the thing, and often it meets my expectations. One is moved to think God created the coffee bean and tobacco leaf and the book, just with Saturday afternoons in mind.