Because I live alone I have a single cup coffee maker… It makes two sizes of coffee one of which is a single cup and one of which is 2 1/2 possibly…I use a large stainless steel travel mug to make my coffee because I am lazy like that and want to be able to sit and savour my brew 😁
I just made 2 1/2 cups of coffee all over the kitchen counter because I forgot to put the cup back in the pot after I put the water in the machine 😳 I could smell coffee as I was putting the laundry on…but did I check it? No…that would have been smart…. it wasn’t even cheap coffee….because if I’m going to drink (and have to drink decaf for my health) I’m going to drink the best flavoured coffee I can fine and right now that’s Oughtreds. (Roasted here in Victoria)
Which brings me to my second point:
I think people started working outside the home originally to keep themselves from going stark raving mad from being stuck in the house all the time. I’ve been out of the house once since last Friday for a quick trip to the pharmacy and back if the snow doesn’t melt soon so I can make it down all 1000ft of driveway…..when I do finally get out of here somebody’s going to have to commit me 😛
now pardon me while I grind some coffee beans….doh!
“Somewhere along the way i got lost.
I lost myself.
I lost my passion.
Passion for living and dreaming big.
I don’t want anything anymore.”
I just read this in another post…it makes me so very sad.
For years I have had dreams of motorcycling holidays back-and-forth across Canada and the US… of RVing with a motorcycle along to make it easier due to my age and health…of finding a way to be able to afford to do this…even if I have to do it by myself as a single woman…
Even the realization that my health would likely never allow me to do that has not stopped me from dreaming.
I don’t write anymore. I think that’s due to medications and my brain injury.
I can count my close personal friends on some of the fingers of one hand.
I haven’t been able to ride the Pickle in more years than I care to count.
I am about to embark on yet another round of tests and treatments for 2 of my diseases.
So here I sit.
I have come to realize that I am not strong….but I am infinitely patient. I hope that I can find a job that will allow me to live a life of comfort with less fear…not so much luxury, but comfort…without the fear of homelessness.
That being said, I also know that “it is what it is” and that I’ll make the best of each and every day that I can…because this I know…
…tomorrow is a fresh start…
every.single.day is a fresh start
if I need it to be