Tragedy in the Smith Household


More Dispatches from the Caffeine Wars.
The day our coffee maker's hot plate died, we hauled its predecessor out of the basement and put it back into service. It had been retired because of the carafe's nasty tendency to seat improperly and overflow.

It was a difficult morning to get up this morning. Pouring with rain, the soporific drumming on the roof created a deep well it was almost impossible to crawl out of. John, man of steel that he is, got up at his usual early hour and started the day with the zoo. By the time I had joined him about an hour later, he was in what the British might call a right old strop. The coffee maker had done its old trick, despite his checking it twice.

I brought the really old coffee maker out in time for John to get a cup before he went out the door.

I guess getting a new coffee maker is on my list of things to do for the day.

Update from Yesterday: The photos have been taken. Clarissa lives. I have never remained in the Mermaid variation of King Pigeon for that long before... Oy!
Posted: Wednesday - March 23, 2005 at 07:46 AM         | |

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