Today, I’ll pick up where I left off yesterday’s blog about
my beloved coffee maker, why I like it and why it should never have been placed
in the discard pile at my old house.
It’s a charming little device. Caught somewhere between an asthmatic dragon, gasping out
its last raspy breaths and a Jules Vern concoction, sputtering and spewing a
swirling cloud of steam, my coffee maker sounds like the next drop of coffee it
creates might well be its last.
But it’s not.
Here’s the irony.
Since moving to my current home, complete with a water softener,
purifier and decelerator, my coffee maker is “healing.” Drip by drip, brewed pot after tasty
brewed pot, the hard water deposits that had fused themselves to my beloved
coffee maker and couldn’t be removed with specific cleaners, those are being
washed away.
My maker now brews faster…not much, but fast enough. Does it still sound like it’s caught
between an asthmatic dragon, gasping out its last raspy breaths and some form
of Jules Vern concoction, sputtering and spewing a swirling cloud of
steam? Absolutely! And though it still sounds like the
next drop of coffee it creates will be its last, I’m confident that my coffee
maker won’t let me down. That for
as long as I like, it will continue to start off my mornings right, causing me
to smile and warming me with a delicious brew that cannot be compared.
Let’s hear it for the mentality that if it’s not broke, then
why replace it!
