Category: Coffee

Some Thoughts about Thanksgiving

(This was written the week before Thanksgiving, I’m running behind with posting!)

I’m sitting in a nice coffee shop this afternoon. There is a fire in the fireplace and I am here with some writer friends. We write a bit, chat a bit and drink delicious coffee. I am thankful that I am able to do this. The café is run by a local church so they have nice music in the background and a playground room next door.

Today, they have Christmas decorations out. The trees are covered with little white lights, and the throw pillows have snowflakes on them. It is festive, but not garish. I’m feeling the mood for the holidays begin to blossom.

My husband and I are planning a major trip in December this year. We have less than a month before we go—a month that includes two holidays! (The trip is in two weeks now.)

I am set for Thanksgiving, except for some last minute shopping, and most of the Christmas shopping is done. That is a new one for us, since we have been known to hit the stores on Christmas Eve. It is nice to get everything done ahead of time. Things were also eased by the fact that I asked our kids what they wanted. Yay! Of course they still add things to the lists, but we can cope with that.

I have plans to decorate the house on Friday or Saturday this week. I don’t like to rush the season, but this year I want the decorations out so we have plenty of time to enjoy them before we leave. Our family Christmas is planned for December 17, then our church Christmas dinner is on the 18. We set off on our journey on the 20. Things will be busy between now and then!

Meanwhile, I am concentrating on being thankful. I have a wonderful family and two of my children live nearby. My middle son is in the Air Force, so he has to go where they send him. I am thankful for his desire to serve, and for his safe return from deployment.

I am thankful for our house, and our friends. My writers group is important and I have known some of them for 18 years. We have a great church family, and nice places like this café to meet in.

All in all, life is very good.

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.