Writers Need Coffee

Did you ever find yourself glad you were lazy?

About a month or so ago our Keurig died. It would just turn off when you pressed the button. It was no longer under warranty, so I got a new one and shoved the old one in a corner of the laundry room.

I had enough points at the Keurig website to get the new one for half price! It is very deluxe, but it is a little picky and complains about things: Please descale me; Please change my water filter; My needle seems to be clogged.

This last complaint has been coming up quite a bit, so I have become adept at using the handy needle cleaning device that came with the machine. (My husband thinks this device looks like a binky.) Tonight this binky brought no solace. I pulled out the manual and looked up trouble shooting.

Following the directions, I removed the pod holder, took it apart and rinsed it all out. There did not appear to be any debris. I ran a cup of hot water—all good so far. I plopped in my pod and tried again. This time I noticed the pod was overflowing, so I checked it out. Aha! There was no hole in the bottom. The binky doesn’t touch that needle.

There was nothing in the manual about no hole in the bottom, so I called customer service. I got a very nice helper. She talked me through all the pod holder cleaning steps again. No results. Since I had an account with them, and the machine was new, she assured me that a new pod holder would be arriving in the mail—at no charge. I should expect it in 7-10 days.

What, no coffee for a week? Desperation fuels creativity. Fortunately we had not thrown away the old Keurig because it has to go to the dump rather than out to the sidewalk with the other trash. I dropped a pod in and closed the handle. I heard a familiar “pop” as the needles did their jobs. I fished the pod out and placed it in the new Keurig and started it up. Ahh, my devious plan worked. Laziness can pay off!

May you enjoy all the coffee you want today.

The Hair of my Dreams

There has been a challenge running around Facebook to pick three fictional characters that are most like you. I gave this a lot of thought because I wanted characters who are like me, not the characters I want to be like. I finally decided on Jo March, Anne Shirley, and Molly Weasley. Interesting. They are all red-heads. My hair is not red by any description, but it was once.

I decided for fun to color my hair red, not maroon or something wild, just a nice red-blonde. My husband was pastor of a church at the time. This blatant act of rebellious vanity was not well received.

Some of my on-line friends exclaimed, “Don’t any on them color their hair?”

Of course they did. The loudest protester colored her hair to match her two-year-old daughter was the loudest. “Did your hair used to be red?”

“No,” I answered.

“Then why is it now?”

Well—I don’t know—for fun, I guess, went through my mind as thoughts but I was too dumbfounded to talk, unlike my three characters who are never at a loss for words. I figured the pastor’s wife is not supposed to color her hair red. I should have asked for a list of approved colors before we moved there, just in case. Churches often have a list they expect the pastor’s wife to conform to.

We subsequently moved away from that town—for reasons other than the red hair—and the color faded out of my hair. If you happen to be a pastor’s wife, you might want to check on this before you do something drastic. I’m just sayin’.

Walking with Lexi

Summer is in full swing now. This is very exciting for my dog. There are kids outside all the time, not just after school. Lexi needs to keep an eye on them. Sometimes they walk by the house. What nerve! She lets us know there are trespassers.

“It’s okay, Lexi. They’re just kids. They can walk by.”

But they have bicycles, and skate boards, and balls! They must be barked at.

It isn’t just the kids. Grownups are enjoying their motorcycles. They roar by, turn around and roar back. Lexi barks, and jumps, running around in a circle, deftly avoiding getting tangled in her leash. She is so silly. Trucks are equally exciting, whether new and shiny or old and noisy.

There are squirrels, bunnies and birds. Yes, summer life is exciting for a little dog.

She took me for a long walk this morning. First stop is the little white dogs’ house. She pauses to see if they are outside. If she doesn’t see them right away, she’ll go around the corner of the yard to check. She will stand at the gate and look longingly into their yard until I give a tug on her leash to move her along.

There was a lot to check out today. I like to see what is growing in other people’s yards; Lexi checks her pee-mail. I admire her shiny fur; she looks up to make sure I am keeping up with her.

She has another friend she likes to stop and chat with—the Rottwieler in the white house. They have never met in person, but boy they love to catch up on the news. When we are getting close to the house, Lexi picks up speed, straining against the leash, scraping her claws on the sidewalk. I have to hurry to keep up. She stops at the window and looks up, quivering with excitement. If the Rottie is there, they both bark and dance around. I fear for the window. If she is not there, Lexi waits and gives a little whine.

One day, the curtains were drawn. Strange. Lexi looked, and waited, finally giving a little bark. Nothing. Soon she got excited, and I noticed a nose appear between the curtains. Pretty soon the curtains moved aside and Lexi and her friend greeted each other enthusiastically.

Don’t you think dogs have conversations? Lexi has such an expressive face, I am sure she does. After all, she understands English. Here she is lounging in her favorite chair–all tuckered out. Fear not, she will be ready to go again in a few minutes!

lexie in chair