I may actually have to retract to some of my bad-mouthing from last week, believe it or not.  As Donette pointed out, American Airlines was only responsible for 1 of our 2 luggage mishaps, not both.  Dang it.  And as for the coffee guy??  Well, when I went to coffee last Monday, I was very dismayed to find my favorite shop was closed for business.  This was very disconcerting, as I’ve developed something of a nice, familiar routine there.  Every now and then I give them some money, and then I just walk in and pour a cup of coffee, sit down and read my paper.  After some number of weeks, the girl will catch me on my way out and say “You’ve used up your tab” and I give her some more money.  It’s a very effective system, and one I’m quite fond of.  But, alas, it looked like I was going to have to find coffee elsewhere.  So Tuesday, I stopped in at the shop around the corner.  There were a few other coffee refugees I recognized from the other shop so I figured it was safe.  I passed the girl my cup and said “coffee,” and what happens???  She starts peppering me with questions, just like the guy in Spain!!  “Do you need room for cream?  Would you like a light or dark brew?  Iced or hot?”  She seemed a bit taken aback when I burst into tears, but I am in no shape for that level of interaction at 7:00 in the morning.  So, perhaps the word “coffee” is not quite the internationally recognized, catch-all phrase I thought.  Word on the street is that my usual shop is back open this week.  I can only hope, because I am tired of making my own every morning and it’s apparent that I’m not quite ready to move on to another location.

It was a relatively quiet weekend for the Kenagys.  As a matter of fact, we did nothing at all.  I think we’re still trying to catch up on everything from the long vacation, and besides that I was on-call.  Saturday we walked the dogs down to the Brooksider and hung out on the deck for a while, which they seemed to enjoy.  In the category of “it’s a small world,” the people sitting at the table next to us recognized us from Seville!  We’d spoken with them briefly there, (they commented on Chris’ Royals shirt) and it turns out they live right down the street.  Wacky.  Sunday brought a similarly quiet day;  Other than a motorcycle ride out through Overland Park we didn’t do a whole lot.  Maybe things will pick back up next weekend.  Or maybe not.