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I have returned from the frozen wilds of downtown Hopkins victorious in my hunt for groceries. I am now settled in with soup (warm and tasty) and a cup of coffee.
Ah, yes. The coffee situation. So I ran out of coffee yesterday, but did not worry, secure in the knowledge that I had ordered it for delivery. Wrong. Oh, so wrong indeed. This morning I was faced with the prospects of No Coffee! Somehow I survived this terrible situation. Then at the store I found myself facing the coffee aisle and it's ever more bewildering array for coffee choices.
I bought the cheapest thing I could.
See, here's the deal: when I purchase something at the store that's just for me (
careswen is not a coffee drinker) I tend to low-ball it. This tendency is currently being reinforced by our budget situation. Normally this is okay. Normally the stuff I drag home for just myself is, if not optimal, at least tolerable.
At this point I should note that, if I know another coffee drinker is coming over, I'll run out and buy something of a much higher quality to serve them. That's part of being a good host. Then I would store it and use it for similar situations later on.
But I digress...
So I pour that first cup of coffee and took a sip and to say it was GAWD AWFUL would be an understatement.
Now I'm on the third cup and I've reached that point of Zen that says, "Meh. It'll work." I can only assume my taste buds have throw up their metaphorical hands and given up. Or I've killed them.
In other news of the
mmerriam: I don't really feel like writing today. I'm going to, but I don't really feel like it.
Next week we'll talk about my OWW membership, turning 42 (I'm the same age as Minicon!), my thoughts about writing, the dispiriting job hunt, the fact that western civilization will not collapse if I don't vacuum the carpet (despite what my brain keeps screaming), the weather (a favorite topic in Minnesota), if I'm going to stay in the
novel_in_90 community, novel revisions, and I'm sure a dozen things I have not even imagined yet.
In Peace,
Michael
Ah, yes. The coffee situation. So I ran out of coffee yesterday, but did not worry, secure in the knowledge that I had ordered it for delivery. Wrong. Oh, so wrong indeed. This morning I was faced with the prospects of No Coffee! Somehow I survived this terrible situation. Then at the store I found myself facing the coffee aisle and it's ever more bewildering array for coffee choices.
I bought the cheapest thing I could.
See, here's the deal: when I purchase something at the store that's just for me (
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At this point I should note that, if I know another coffee drinker is coming over, I'll run out and buy something of a much higher quality to serve them. That's part of being a good host. Then I would store it and use it for similar situations later on.
But I digress...
So I pour that first cup of coffee and took a sip and to say it was GAWD AWFUL would be an understatement.
Now I'm on the third cup and I've reached that point of Zen that says, "Meh. It'll work." I can only assume my taste buds have throw up their metaphorical hands and given up. Or I've killed them.
In other news of the
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In Peace,
Michael
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Date: 2007-02-09 07:09 pm (UTC)If that happened in my house it would not just be a disaster, it would be a catastrophe of epic proportions. My husband knows this. There is ALWAYS coffee - made, or being made - on tap, anyway - because he knows that if he doesn't provide the coffee he will have a monster on his hands.
A sick monster, at that. *I get withdrawal headaches*. I kid you not.
My name is ALma, and I'm an addict...
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Date: 2007-02-09 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-09 08:14 pm (UTC)It resulted in a splitting headache by 10:00am.
Needless to say, short of the appocolypse, it won't happen again.
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Date: 2007-02-09 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-02-09 09:19 pm (UTC)If this stuff is as bad as all that, what would you loose by trying it?
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Date: 2007-02-09 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-02-09 09:37 pm (UTC)i'm just going to suffer through this stuff and consider it a lesson learned.
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Date: 2007-02-11 10:52 pm (UTC)I would have killed her, but the shock was too incapacitating.
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Date: 2007-02-09 09:38 pm (UTC)I'm looking forward to seeing your comments on OWW. I did not renew this year and I recently dropped the mail-list too. No complaints, just felt I wasn't spending time with either.
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Date: 2007-02-09 09:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-09 09:41 pm (UTC)And what have we learned from this? Hmm?
Martyrdom tastes bad!
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Date: 2007-02-09 09:50 pm (UTC)I'll have to use that as a line in a story or book.
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Date: 2007-02-09 10:09 pm (UTC)I'm blessed. I can get cans of Pilon expresso for $1.50 at the Salvage grocery...cheap AND delicious!!
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Date: 2007-02-09 10:12 pm (UTC)no subject
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