You Asked For It

I've been posting a bit less lately. A missing muse?

The comments to my last post, which talked about not writing, were mixed. Some said write only when you feel like it and others said write.

First, I don't labor over the writing that appears here. That shows in more often than wanted, when rereading what I've written, lack of polish. The sub-heading to the blog says "Comments, and on my pretentious days, essays, on what on a given day interests, amuses, annoys or outrages me." The problem has been a lack of interest, amusement, annoyance and outrage. The world is out there, it just isn't tickling me to react.

So, here's how I've spent this cloudy, fairly humid, Sunday morning:

Up at about eight and started water to make coffee. I use a french press and yesterday I bought some estate Colombian beans from a shop called Cool Beans in Marietta. About a month ago, I took the glass "dishwasher safe" beaker out of the dishwasher and noticed a hairline crack.

This morning the hairline crack gave birth to wholesale collapse of the carafe when I plunged the plunger. The counter and the floor needed some scrubbing anyway.

I couldn't decide whether to go somewhere for breakfast, which for me is really just coffee and maybe a bagel, or go to Target and get a new coffee press.

Target won out. But, Target didn't have any coffee presses.

More decisions. There's a new Walmart fairly near me. Why would I have thought that Walmart, even an urban location would carry coffee presses?

There was a Waffle House on the way home. It had coffee, not very good. But it had the necessary caffeine. I also ate my weekly allotment of fat and cholesterol and read part of the paper.

Back home, I finished the paper and the coffee in a to-go-cup.

Online, I found that Amazon.com has replacement carafes that after you add shipping costs are about as much as a new press.

Off to Bed Bath and Beyond which sold me a very nice new Bodum coffee press. Before starting to write this, I made a couple of cups and am sipping the first as I type.

Next up in my very exciting life, clothes in the washer and dishes (not the new carafe) in the dishwasher.

To close, I think I'll wait for the muse before my next post.