I forgot about technology and my current bout of opposite-of-the-midas-touch syndrome. Of course I had to download a new version of iTunes. Of course I had to create a new account for him. Of course I kept getting an error message. By the time we had the damned thing up and running, it was all I could to to dash to the gym in time for an extra great workout (yay, Eric!)
After that, I had to shower at the gym due to plumbing related catastrophes that I refuse to discuss, and if you try to make me I will resort to rocking in the fetal position with my ears plugged tightly humming somewhere over the rainbow. So it wasn't until I was back home and freshly scrubbed that a headache started to nag. And it took me a few minutes of restorative vitamin D therapy to recall the obvious cause of my ailment. Caffeine withdrawal! Duh. As Ellie quipped, it takes a special kind of stupid to forget your morning Joseph.
So there I was. In the sun lounger with my headache and in dire need of coffee. I really couldn't visualize how I would possibly manage to drag my ass up and into the house to fix myself a pot. I had my phone though, and I texted Ellie:
I can't believe [my girl] doesn't know how to make me a cup of coffee. yet.
And despite the fact that Ellie's and my conversation naturally turned toward daytime drinking and autocorrect, all the while I was coaching my girl on how to master the life affirming task of making me a cuppa joe.
I coached her through it. First she put six scoops of beans into the grinder - I noted that the scoops had to be full, I'm all too familiar with her unique sense of measurement. My heart danced happily to the sound of the whirring blades making quick work of those little beans. She did the requisite tap-tap-tap of the grinder on the counter before filling the basket with freshly ground coffee.
Next step was to measure the water. She checked in for quality assurance.
|Eventually, she reluctantly agreed to Trust Her Mother. For God's sake.|
|Some more stylishly than others.|
|I'm sorry the photos are all tilty. Did you think I was going to get up and try harder? I'm no Schlekah.|
|My long awaited cuppa Joe.|
And that, my friends, is how