I went to Big Lots today, not because I needed anything but because it was a lovely afternoon and I wanted to get out of the house and go for a drive. So across the reservoir I drove, and to Big Lots I went. I found myself looking at coffee pots. I had a very … Continue reading On Peanuts Coffee Mugs and Rerun
I am nothing without my morning coffee. I started drinking coffee at an early age. I must have been ten. It would be served after church services, and I would help myself to the coffee. Everyone — every adult, anyway — drank it. So why couldn’t I? I drank coffee irregularly. It wasn’t until 1996 … Continue reading On My Daily Caffeine Intake
What is it about the writing profession that so many people have the mental image of us as drunkards? That’s not to say that I don’t enjoy a good drink, because I do. But I think I have a reputation as a hard drinking writer that isn’t truly earned. I haven’t poisoned my liver that … Continue reading On Allyn Gibson, As an Alcoholic Beverage
I find myself completely taken with sitar music this morning. I’m trying to wake up, and the coffee isn’t quite doing it for me. Of course, coffee doesn’t work instantly. I have to give it more time. So, I’m adding some sitar music into the mix. The sitar has a tangy sound, like a stab … Continue reading On the Uses of Sitar Music
Weekend Edition with Scott Simon is on the radio. I have my first cup of coffee sitting on the desk in front of me. But I don’t have a donut. There was one. A chocolate donut. It was glazed. I remember seeing it. And it’s gone. The plastic container, it was still there. But there … Continue reading On Saturday Morning Tragedies
Sometimes, my mad ideas work. I went to fix a cup of coffee. And as I was standing there, getting a coffee mug down out of the cabinet, I noticed, on the counter, was a cannister of Instant Hot Chocolate mix. Hmm, I thought. Could I make a moccachino-like thing? Had I been more awake, … Continue reading On the Maddest Ideas
I needed a coffee mug for the office. The reason? I needed something to put my copious supply of pens in. Cheap coffee mugs, the kind you can buy at the dollar store, work wonders. I went to the dollar store at the mall nearby after work. They had coffee mugs. For a buck each. … Continue reading On Character Coffee Mugs
Today, I felt anxious. Today, I felt on edge. Oh, I had reason. Today was my big day in the publishing cycle, where I had publications to put together from scratch and get them out the door to press. But! There wasn’t anything different or unusual this time. Actually, things should have been smoother sailing … Continue reading On Feeling Anxious
Quarter after five I needed another cup of coffee. No. Scratch that. I needed another cup of coffee. I generally don’t drink coffee that late in the day. But jeez, sometimes you need that caffeine jolt.
…I’ve had too much coffee today. I’ve got the shakes.
One of those mornings, when I can’t get out of bed. Blah. One of those mornings where I dreamt the alarm going off, where I dreamt hitting the snooze button five or six times. I hate those nested awakenings. Blah. We may see snow flurries today. Better than yesterday’s rainy, blustery day. Blah. My coffee … Continue reading On the Morning Blahs
At work we have a Keurig coffee machine. Basically, you take your cup, put it under the spout, drop a coffee packet thing in the slot, press a button, and the machine makes a single cup of coffee. Frankly, the coffee’s not that good. And it only makes half a cup, really. Today, tried a … Continue reading On Tricks With Coffee