It's Friday!
That means today is the last work day and then the weekend, which always, always goes much faster than the week, right? Y'all all got your morning coffee in hand, yet? Have two cups this morning to get you through the slowest day of the week. And be sure there's plenty on hand for that day after the weekend...Monday.Coffee always reminds me of Mr. B's college days. He doubled up on hours, took supper classes and finished in three and a half years. I might have gone to classes with him if they would have offered things like Romance Reading 101 or maybe Writing Conflict 201. But they didn't so I worked on getting my PHT...that was Put Hubby Through...so he could concentrate on classes, tests and all those boring papers he had to write.
While Mr. B was in college
we had one major rule. The person who took the last cup of coffee was responsible to
start a new pot. In three years we wore out two percolators. We thought we had
so much nervous energy because we were young, full of spit and vinegar, and
ready to put out a forest fire with a cup of water.
It wasn’t any of the above.
It was simply the coffee.
One week we ran out of
coffee twenty four hours before payday. We paced the floor, chewed our nails
and the next day we were leaning on the grocery store door when it opened.
There were other tell-tale
signs once we got him through school and realized how much coffee was affecting
our lives.
We had worn the finish off
our coffee table three times. I’d written two letters to the folks who make
varnish telling them their product was inferior. The last time they wrote back
and asked how many times a day we set a hot coffee mug on the table. More than
three, please use the enclosed heat resistant coasters with their logo on the
top.
The handle on Husband’s
favorite mug had no color left on it and his fingerprints were permanently
embedded in the glaze.
We tried a sample of instant
coffee one time but the process was too slow. There was a waiting period while
the water boiled.
Husband had to see a doctor
for a checkup. The nurse took his pulse and asked how much of coffee he’d had
for breakfast that morning.
“Two,” he said.
“That’s not so bad. The cuff
must need to be replaced. I’ll get another one. Two cups isn’t so much.”
“Not two cups,” I told her.
“Two pots and that’s on school days. On Saturdays, it’s more.”
She nodded. “I’ve seen lots
of folks with this problem. Mostly college kids.”
I suppose the real tell-tale
sign was the day we went to purchase a first aid kit for the car. Back then it
was a big thing. One of those little tin boxes with Band-Aids, iodine, aspirin.
All that stuff in case we were stranded on the road between Durant and
Tishomingo. Seemed like a reasonable thing until we dumped the box on the bed
and really looked at the contents. After a few minutes we tossed them all in
the trash. The only thing we needed was a pint container of coffee, brewed with
twice the coffee and half the water. That would get us through anything.
After a few years, we
figured out that sleep was important if we wanted to live to see 50 candles on
our birthday cake, so we cut back on coffee. I have found that if I have two
drops after supper I will count sheep until the sun rises. A while back
I had a small cup with my dessert.
Dawn was a long time coming...and the next day was Monday!
Well I've been up since 4:30 just because the my 3 cats were so hungry! I can't drink my coffee till I get off my school bus route. My bladder will not hold up that long. I have a elementary and high school run. Last week when it was 12 degrees I took a mug of coffe with me. Big big mistake. I had just finished my run and some dumb driver didn't show up for theirs. So I volunteer to do it. Guess what I had to run in the school holding my legs together so I didn't wet my pants. So no more coffe till I get home. Now Im sitting in the freezing cold waiting for my hat to be delivered. Guess I'll have to use a stall because I feel my bladder filling up again. Lord I need to get it tacked up! I hate getting old!
ReplyDeleteKim, I'm picturing what you wrote and it's not funny but I'm giggling! Doesn't make a bit of sense.
ReplyDeleteI'm waiting on my hat to be delivered
ReplyDeleteAnd now I'm really giggling!
DeleteI am not a coffee drinker, but I do drink pots of tea. Hot or iced depending on the season. But in the summer I love to drink Ice cappuccinos...
ReplyDeleteHey, Kathleen...glad you stopped by! This is a day to enjoy that hot tea for sure. We have snow in the prediction here in southern Oklahoma!
DeleteI like coffee but I usually only drink a cup or two in the morning and then switch to tea. Somewhere in my 40's I developed the same problem you have with insomnia if I drink coffee too late in the day. What a bummer!
ReplyDeleteI know and I do love coffee! But I'm learning to switch to tea after mid afternoon, too! Have you discovered white tea...supposed to be good for us!
DeleteNope. Never heard of that. I usually just drink plain Lipton tea. I even bring some along on my travels these days because so many places have the gourmet teas and I an a plain and simple lady with Lipton tea taste.
DeleteWell crap I should have put my glasses on!
ReplyDeleteWaiting on my HAY to get here! Dang auto correct! First the bladder now my eyesight! Signs your getting old
Now it's even funnier! Darlin', gettin' old ain't for wimps. Only us strong gals get to give it a whirl!
DeleteOh man...I can't stand coffee. It just doesn't taste right to me. The way Mr. B drank coffee is the way I drank Coke when I started school. I'm immune to caffeine now.
ReplyDeleteI do love coffee...but my worst addiction is Diet Coke. I can't have it now because of health issues but at one time I probably went through two cases a week!
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