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Lazy Day of “Summer”

cappuccino (1)Experts say following the same routine or doing the same mundane things the same way makes for a lazy brain. I guess it has something to do with forming new pathways for the synapses -but don’t quote me, I’m the person who took one science class, remember. Today I shook up my brain to the max! In fact, I spent my whole day totally backwards.

As most of you know, I start writing as soon as I get up in the morning. No so today. Today I overslept and was scheduled to meet a friend for a cup of coffee at 10 a.m. It was already 9:15 when I finally rolled my carcass out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen. Ken had been up for about an hour and a half already, so thank goodness he had the coffee brewed and sitting on the hot burner. My eyes were full of grit from a hard night’s sleep, and even a splash of cold water didn’t revive me. I felt like I was in a drugged stupor. (Not that I’ve ever used drugs, mind you. So I’m really guessing with that remark.)

I have no idea why I was feeling so sluggish. Perhaps a cold is coming on? Perhaps my outing with both Patrick and Ken yesterday was too much. I don’t know. I NEVER feel that way when I get up. I’m the kind of person who is alert and raring to go as soon as my toes touch the floor. Who was this sleepyhead anyhow?

I probably would have canceled my date if I hadn’t been looking forward to seeing Heidi. She started off as the best neighbor I ever had, then we became close friends, and now she’s the dear soul who edits my books. In fact, one of her first questions was, “When is Finding Gessler coming out?” (Her mother is a BIG fan of mine and I’m sure Heidi would like to bring her a copy of the new book as soon as it is released.)  I had to tell her I really didn’t know. “Hopefully, it’ll be out by the end of summer.”

We enjoyed our conversation over a cup of delicious cappuccino on her back patio. Yeah! It was like a summer day today. No whiny about the weather here. We discussed our summer classes. (We’re both teaching at the community college this year.) But even with the anticipation of starting a new class and the great fancy coffee that Heidi made me, I was still dragging my anchor.

By the time I left, it was noon. I drove home and made lunch for Ken and I. Today it was summer fare–a lettuce and tomato sandwich with mayo. (No, I didn’t forget the bacon. At $6.99/pound they can keep the greasy stuff.) After lunch I had to cut the grass or hire a herd of goats–and as we’re not zoned for farm animals, my only alternative was to rev up the mower and travel around the backyard much like a rat forced to go round and round until he gets to the center. (You can tell how much I love to cut grass.)

But now it’s 3:30 p.m and I can finally sit down to write my blog. I know this story is a pretty weak attempt, but I think the important thing to remember I’m exercising my brain, even though I would have really rather taken a nap.

Mourning in the Morning–The “Bun” is Dead

coffee-photoKen and I have been stuck in the house all week. The snow has fallen every day since Monday afternoon, and now it’s piled as high as the neighbor’s six foot fence.

We’ve found things to entertain ourselves. We each have a laptop computer, a  television with a zillion channels, and a daily supply of our favorite beverage — coffee. I’m happy to say, we have stayed happy and safe all week.

But this morning tragedy struck. Our faithful 12 year old Bun coffee pot died. It was a silent death. It happened in the night. I think its heating element gave out, but we’re waiting for the coroner’s report as to cause of death. So we’re in mourning this morning.

We’ll miss our faithful friend. After all, the hot brew he gave us was –the fuel to get going–the warmth in our tummies–the nectar of the gods. Well, you get the idea.

The worst part is, right now, we have no money to spare to buy a new one. It stinks.

But never fail. Where there is a will there is a way.

When I was working in an office, I had my own one-cup French press  I used to make a good cup of coffee every morning. Guess what got reinstated today? Yup. My little one-cupper came to the rescue and saved the day morning. It will be a laborious process to get eight cups out during the course of the day, but we will make due with what we have.

And when the weather clears, I’ll venture out into the frozen tundra and travel to the thrift stores. I’ve raided my piggy bank and found a couple of bucks, so with it being half-price day at Value Village and a  little bit of luck, my French Press can once again retire to the top of the cabinet when we plug in a coffee pot replacement for our dead Bun.

BUT WAIT — WHAT IS THIS? I WAS WRONG? HOW CAN IT BE?

The coffee pot is alive! How can that be?

The true culprit was the evil electrical outlet in the kitchen. The safety reset button got tripped for some reason–maybe it had to do with the horrible weather we’ve been having–but who knows? I pushed the red button, and voila! The faithful, old Bun gurgled like a giant waking from a winter’s slumber as its reservoir started heating once again.

Now, there is great rejoicing in the kingdom!  The King and Queen will live happily ever after, sipping their morning coffee until late afternoon.

 

When Coffee Gets Cold, The World is a Dark Place

woman, computer and coffeeI’m a coffee drinker–a hard-core, black as it gets coffee drinker. I’m not a “coffee snob” who insists on the finest blends at the swankiest coffee houses. I’m just a person who loves the rich aroma and warmth of a hardy blend. The only thing I insist on is I be allowed to drink my brew in a mug–not one of those paper cups with the cardboard finger protector wrapped around it. How uncivilized!

Even though coffee stains my teeth, promotes bad breath, and gives me the shakes when I drink too much, I must have it. You see, it’s the fuel that powers me every morning. It turns the key in my ignition. It’s the spark that lights my fire! Well, you get it, right?

Even on hot summer days, which are a welcomed thought when temps are frigid as they have been for the past week, I have to have my morning cup (or two). I can’t think of anything more pleasant than reading a good book on my patio under an colorful umbrella with a full mug of the brew.

Now that I’m writing full-time, I believe my cup of coffee is the one thing that signals the beginning of a new day. When I’m writing, I lose track of time, forget what day it is, and usually stay in my jammies until noon. But with coffee in my favorite mug, I’ve got the world by the tail. I’m ready for whatever the day brings. . . that is, until the brew turns cold.

My coffee turning cold is the biggest hardship of this career. As I focus and create my lines, my brew sits abandoned. In revolt, of me neglecting it, the hot brew turns into iced as a punishment for my neglect.

I’ve tried an electric cup heater thingy, but all that does is make the coffee muddy and bitter. Yuck! I’ve tried putting it in a carafe, but it does not stay hot for long periods of time. The best solution for keeping  my cup of inspiration hot has been my husband, who asks me several times a morning if I could use a warm up.

My practical side assures me writing is like all jobs; there will be a part of it I don’t like and would rather not do. Having my coffee turn into an iced beverage before my eyes is the drawback of focusing, like all writers must. I lose time as I transport myself to other surroundings and time periods, I guess I can’t expect my coffee to wait for me as I do my exploring., but if somebody could come up with a device to let my coffee transport with me, he or she would be a millionaire.

Until then,  ‘ll just have to grin and gulp it. It seems to be the only answer.