Notes from my 3rd Warehouse Visit

-wake to the sound of the garbage truck; run bags of trash out the door barefoot
-make a third voyage to the Warehouse by lightrail; practice releves and tendus in my new split-sole dance sneakers while waiting for the el
-meet a coffee farmer ambassador from Haiti who seems a bit lost when he's not following around his new business partners
-watch preparations for a mural painting; the artist sports paint-splattered shorts; he stands on the ladder and sketches lines on the canvas; in two weeks, the mural will be melted onto the wall of the new shop, an image of the Duomo of Milan reflecting off Philadelphia's City Hall; this symbolic mirror will hang adjacent to the actual mirror behind the bar; mirror mirror on the wall!
-glance through a book on Faema, the newest addition to my vocabulary after "collating", "aromatics", "gospodeen", "tovareesch", and "palimpsest"
-drink (coffee, of course) from a rust-colored La Colombe cappuccino cup-- the first one out of the boxes; Dilworth Plaza, here we come!
-baby carriages: as baneful as tupperware, but gotta roll with the times
-step foot into the new cafe still under construction; pretend to pull an espresso at the semicircling bar ("the island"); windowseats, black marble counters, bench seats, lamp shades shaped like ice cream cones, muted green bathroom tiles, large windows, and orange walls that transform into more translucent shades of orange as the sun alights on them; across the street, plans to transform the concrete into grass
-the word is anticipation; these are exciting times to be a barista at LC