Morning Coffee | The Return
Hey, remember when I used to do a ‘Morning Coffee‘ post every Saturday morning?
Every post was called “Morning Coffee: The One With the…”, and it was basically supposed to be a little bit like sitting down and having a coffee with friends, chatting about anything and everything on your mind. I even used to write those posts on the very morning they were published – which is pretty much unheard of these days. I’m so used to preparing my posts days in advance, and scheduling all of the social media around them etc that sometimes it’s even a surprise to ME to see what goes up some days, so it makes for a nice change to do some ‘old skool’ blogging, and just sit down and TYPE. Nice for me, I mean: it’s possibly NOT quite so nice for you, obviously, because this is essentially just one giant brain dump, but, well, just humour me, OK?
Anyway, the resurrection of this column was partly inspired by an ACTUAL morning coffee which Terry and I had during the week. During the spring/summer we’re pretty good at getting out of the house on a regular basis, and going for days out, or even just random strolls. Once autumn rolls around, though, we’re in serious danger of becoming total hermits: I HATE the cold, and I also find it really hard to motivate myself when it’s dark and gloomy outside, so it’s just way too easy to just go from bed to desk and back again, and then rinse and repeat. Which is pretty depressing, really, isn’t it?
Well, in a bid to change that, I decided we should at least make the effort to go out for coffee or something once a week – or however often we can manage it. I mean, we’re so fortunate that working from home allows us to do things like that, and we really don’t take advantage of it – or not during the colder months of the year, anyway. This winter, though, we’re doing our best to change that: I can’t promise we’ll stick to it but I hereby pledge to at least TRY to get out of the house once a week – and when the nearest coffee shop makes chocolate cake as good as the one in the photo, it’s not exactly a hardship, is it? Other than on my waistband, I mean.
Speaking of getting out of the house: earlier this year, we went on a day trip to Millport, on the island of Great Cumbrae, and I filmed a little video on my GoPro, which I had every intention of editing, and then uploading to my sadly neglected You Tube channel. Well, needless to say, I never did get around to that: mostly because video editing has so far proven to be one of those skills that completely eludes me, and when I see other people posting daily vlogs, or whatever, I feel the same way I do whenever someone tells me they’ve just signed up to run a marathon: i.e. IMPRESSED, but also, can I please go and lie down now? Because I’m exhausted just from THINKING about this stuff, seriously.
I had basically accepted that video was never going to be my “thing” (and it still isn’t, by the way, just in case you were thinking this was going to be in any way interesting…), but then a few weeks ago, I bought a MacBook, which has iMovie on it, and lo and behold, suddenly it was as if the fog had lifted, and I was able to edit videos without it taking approximately the rest of my natural life. Imagine a choir of angels singing as you read this, please.
I’m still not able to edit videos particularly WELL, needless to say (although that’s partly due to the shockingly bad footage I managed to film on this particular occasion. What was I THINKING?), but there’s something about these videos that really appeals to me: it’s nice to have a collection of little moments from a day like this, don’t you think? And I mean, yeah, I know, I already have that in the form of the blog post I wrote about it, but I think video adds just a little something extra sometimes, so you’ll find the (very short) Millport video below, and if you want to see more, you can subscribe to my You Tube channel here, and I’ll do my very best to remember to upload something to it once in a while, rather than just doing a video every six months, and then forgetting about it again, like I usually do.
(I’m still hurting over that missing memory card, by the way. It’s been over six months now, and the pain is still as fresh as the day it happened. I expect I’ll carry it with me forever, and when they eventually burry me, my gravestone will say, “Here lies Amber: she never did find that memory card.” True story, folks.)