A couple days ago, I ran out of coffee K-cups at home. To backtrack, when I moved back into my home this spring, I bought myself a Keurig coffee maker as a housewarming gift, and I gave my drip coffee maker to charity. Thursday and Friday, I picked up a cup of coffee at a stand on my way to work. Saturday, I made a special trip in the morning just to buy a cup of coffee.
Today I didn’t feel up to leaving the house. I did have to take the dog into the back yard, and I will have to do that again. Also, I’m scheduled to pick up groceries from Fred Meyer in Bellingham in a little while, so I’ll have to go there. (A box of coffee pods will be among the items I bring back.) But mostly I’ve been either on the computer, or reading, or knitting (two rows), or contemplating. Thinking a lot about my parents. While I was trying to knit, I realized how uncomfortable, headachy, and crabby I was feeling. I finally made the brilliant leap of diagnosing my ill-ease as a lack of coffee.
When we had our family reunion in August, I bought a little container of ground coffee to use in the big coffee urns to provide coffee for my relatives.
I still had some, so I put a couple cups of water in a pan and spooned in some coffee and put it on the burner to boil. Eventually it did so, and I tried to pour it through a paper coffee filter into a mug. I made quite a mess, but I did get a cup of coffee out of the experiment. Also, when I mopped up the spilled liquid, my stove top was cleaner than it had been before.
Now that I’ve had coffee, I do indeed feel better, physically.
Sunday, September 16, 2018
Saturday, September 15, 2018
Old dog, old tricks
My dog comes up to me when I’m sitting at the computer, and he makes some noise so I notice him. I reach out my hand to pet him but he dances away and prances around as if I’m about to get up and take him for a walk. Which I’m not.
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