Apr 162016

COFFEECUPApril 16, 2016 — My husband is the Love of My Life. But high on the list is coffee.

I love coffee. I love everything about coffee. I love the smell of coffee. I love the feel of coffee on my tongue. I love the sound our coffeemaker makes as the fresh brew gurgles through the filter. I love the sight of my familiar pink and green mug filled to the brim with the sublime medium-roast.  I love the taste of rich, full-bodied coffee, black with no irritating powders or creams.

Most important, I love the things that coffee does for me. Coffee helps me in ways I beyond my ability to spell them out. Here are a few: coffee gets me up and going.  Coffee kills the morning troll that’s been hiding under my side of the bed since I got up to use the bathroom at 2 a.m. The troll that wants to throw a rock at Wretched Morning Breath Spouse when he speaks nicely to the cat before the sun is up.  That troll that makes me swear every day that I’ll never watch “The Today Show” again if Matt and Savannah don’t stop being so effing chipper. The troll that makes me hate every other human being on the planet.  Dr. Phil (and what does he know?) says that the first 15 minutes in the morning are key to a couple’s long-term happiness.

Really?  Before I have my coffee, I would like to clean Dr. Phil’s molars with a rusty meat hook.

Coffee provides the routine I need in my life.  I’m not talking about connecting with my Android calendar.  If I drink my coffee, as  I normally do, between 8 and 8:30 .m., life is glorious and joyous at 9:30 a.m.  Butterflies, Unicorns and fairies appear, and life is good.

We don’t even want to think about what happens when The Editorial We doesn’t get coffee until, say, 10 a.m.  Bad, bad things happen. The earth stops revolving around the sun.

We’re ending a long week. I had four days of meetings either at 7:30 a.m. or 8 a.m.  I am not a morning person, despite my mother telling me every day of my childhood that I would magically turn into one someday.  Mom, you’ve been dead for four years.  I’m almost 59 years old.  Never going to happen.

We slept in late today, and I nearly killed the Love of My Life when he made goo-goo eyes at our ancient cat and asked him, “Are you my baby kitty?”

No, he is not your baby kitty. He is eighteen years old and just had diarrhea and threw up in my bathroom.

The cat would probably do a whole lot better if he just drank some coffee with his fish crunchies in the morning.

Crossposted at BlogHer.


Jan 012016

AASTARBUCKSCUPThis morning I drove to Starbucks to pick up coffee for us. The car ahead of me — a light blue Mustang — paid for our order. What a sweet and lovely gesture for the first day of the year.

This is a frequent practice.  Once and sometimes twice a week,  people ahead of me buy my coffee.

First world problem, right?   I’m addicted to Starbucks coffee.  I also like that the company supports employees with health insurance and other benefits.  I’m willing to pay a little more so employees can make a living wage.  Blessed with a good job , I can afford it.

I am momentarily grateful but something bothers me about it. Perhaps, though sweet, it is an unneeded act.

 My dad says “People spent their money on what they want, and what is important to them.  You shouldn’t judge.”

Of course, he is right. People can spend anything they want, anyway they want.

This pay-it-forward practice happens at Starbucks all across the world.  (Yes, there’s a Starbucks in the basement of EUROPEamy2011 257the Louvre, and in other strange places. I took this picture in October 2011.)

Do you remember The New Yorker cartoon with astronauts arriving on Mars, only to find a barren red landscape and Starbucks?

A quick Google search found multiple stories including:

In this unscientific research, many people are angry at the person who “breaks the chain.”

Here’s my modest proposal and the thinking behind it.  Please hold back on throwing your green plastic stoppers and paper cups at me.

The line of cars at my Starbucks is usually filled with upscale sedans or nice SUVs.  I suspect buying a five dollar cup of coffee at Starbucks isn’t going to keep them from paying bills.  What if we each put five dollars away and gave it to the charity of our choice?  Doing this weekly assures five hundred dollars by year end.

And if that doesn’t turn you on, increase by $500 the amount of money you give to one of the charities you support.

Many of the vehicles in line are adorned with bumper sticks promoting schools, the environment, and political candidates.  Those of us blessed with good jobs most likely support something or someone.  Why not put the cost of one cup away each week and share the funds with those you support or the Red Cross or the homeless. Or take a tray of drinks from Starbucks to the local Red Cross office, or homeless shelter for the workers?

What the person ahead of me does is really none of my business. Yes,  I  benefit. But I don’t need it, and others may benefit from the funds. Consider the beneficiaries of your generosity.

It’s something to think about. Kindness, I believe, is never a bad thing.


Cross-posted at BlogHer