How many coffee makers can one person go through in a 2-year period? Apparently 3. I am now on my third coffee maker since moving to Florida. What's with that?
The latest coffee pot drama occurred (again) on the weekend, when I am generally desperate for a cup to get me moving so I can deal with McD's. This last weekend being my last, I needed it even more to keep from making irreparable comments to the boss--just in case I ever need to go back.
I had my coffee Saturday morning, went on to work, and came home to shower and nap. I missed the Hash again because I was too tired/ouchy to walk a 3-6 mile trail then get home in time to get to bed so I could work 8 more hours the next day.
I got up from my nap and went about cleaning up my mess from the morning. I had some other dishes in the sink and put the carafe from the coffee maker in with them. I was holding a glass in my hand above the sink while I washed it, and it slipped free and landed in the sink. Right on top of the carafe. The good news is that the glass is very solid and undamaged by the fall. The bad news is that the carafe is neither of those. Sigh.
Being too tired still to deal with it, I cleaned up that mess and finished the rest of the dishes. I decided I'd just have 7-11 coffee the next morning and promptly relocated to the couch where I dozed off and on the rest of the afternoon and evening while watching pirate documentaries on the History Channel until Brandon came home at 10 and woke me out of a sound sleep.
I went to bed, got up the next morning and went to 7-11 for coffee. I got through my last day at McD's unscathed (they let me leave at 11:30 even though my shift wasn't over until 1:00.) I went home and did the shower/nap thing again and when I got up, Brandon came home shortly after. We hung out for a while, and he eventually asked about the coffee pot, so I explained the drama of the previous afternoon.
I said I needed to go shopping anyway and invited him along, so we went and did the shopping and made sure the first thing on the list was a new coffee pot. I was hoping to just replace the carafe, but they didn't have the right one, or even a suitable substitute. So once again, I was faced by a bank of super fancy coffee pots that do everything but brush your teeth for you. I eventually settled on a 12-cupper (way too big) that has the two simple things I need: an on/off switch and interrupt. I don't need a clock in my coffee pot. I don't need to be set to auto. I don't need to change how strong or weak it is (really, isn't that just a matter of coffee to water ratio?) or any of those other fancy-pants they do with coffee pots.
So we got our coffee pot, and the rest of our groceries, and headed home. We got the cats coralled into the bathroom so we get everything into the house unhindered and I sat the new coffee maker on the counter until I was ready to deal with it. Before bed, I took it out of the box and gave everything a thorough cleaning in preparation for the morning. I plugged it in just to make sure it actually got power to it. Everything looked OK, so I went to bed confident that I would have life's blood in the morning.
I got up this morning and made my normal amount of coffee, which made the pot look extremely empty, and enjoyed that first cup. Ahhh. Now I'm happy. Again.
Coffee. :-)
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