Every morning, I heat water and pour it over a cone filter with fresh ground coffee, and allow it to drip directly into my cup. For my one cup of coffee. I have a coffee maker for when I have guests because I find others to be intolerant of the way I make (very delicious) coffee. While my daughter has been here, the coffee maker has died. I tried to teach her to make coffee this way, but she too has little patience for it. So this morning, I got out the step ladder, and pulled from my uppermost cabinet this old percolator that I am sure has never moved since I moved here, now eleven years ago.
I brewed up a pot of coffee this morning. I am not going to buy another coffee maker – I don’t use them, and my guests are not here often enough to cater to them – so there! This coffee is strong and kind of bitter like the coffee I remember from my childhood. I think my mother used this exact kind of percolator – she loved Corning Ware.
I picked up my race packet last night and bought some shot bloks for the race. I have a race belt all ready – but I am thinking I might need to wear my camelbak so that I can stash my jacket. I don’t think I can start this race in my sleeveless top. I have arm warmers, but I think I may need more than that. It was 46 degrees outside this morning at 6:30, so I expect tomorrow will be much the same. Sleeveless and 46 degrees is not going to work. But later in the race, when it is in the 60s and perhaps 70s, I will appreciate the bare arms.
It is so happy to be in a quiet home on a Saturday morning. My daughter and her massive drooling dog are still asleep downstairs. The aroma of coffee is wafting through the air. I have no where to go until 4:30 when I will go to Mass. I need to do my grocery shopping, but I can do that any time.
I read an article today on the silly music that since the 60s has become the norm at Mass in the US. I have felt that I was being critical and picky when I didn’t like it. But I think I got some insight this morning into why I so don’t like it. Tonight I am going to drive the 13.5 miles to the church where my class is held – where the music is sacred and the Mass feels like a Mass. Plus, I can go to confession before Mass – three confessionals! Very little waiting! I always like to go to confession before a race.
I’m probably boring when I am happy, but I’d rather be boring than depressed!
When you send forth your spirit, they are created; and you renew the face of the earth. — Psalm 104:30