I am cheating. I was reading Robin, here, and I found out about a coffee blog hop. I am so in. Except, I'm re-running a blog post from 2009. For those of you who read my coffee, oops, I mean my blog regularly, that's a lifetime ago for me. Or maybe it feels that way, because I haven't had ANY coffee today. Ugh!
The blog hop participants are listed here. Thank, Robin, and Michael, for inspiring an (old) post.
Over the course of my oversleeping, spill the breakfast smoothie, forget
to make the lunch, stub my toe morning yesterday, I never drank my
coffee. I’m not a coffee addict per se. Not for me the multiple trips
to Starbucks or Dunkin' Donuts, a back seat cluttered with crumpled dead
soldiers. I'm too cheap for one, and a cup a day does me fine. On the
occasions that I imbibe in more, my fingers vibrate. That cup though,
has become my comfort, my hand warmer, my morning snack, my distraction,
and yes, I suppose, my habit.
I’m not a “first thing in the
morning” coffee girl. I don't require it to wake up. The shower I
stumble into at dawn accomplishes that feat well enough. The blend of
coffee and orange juice churns like an acidic ocean in my belly, so
caffeine isn’t a part of breakfast—unless that meal includes eggs over
easy, corned beef hash, potatoes and someone named Thelma, scribbling on
a pad while asking “Coffee to start you off, hon?” Then the answer is a
plain and simple “Yes.” Sigh. Sans a paycheck, restaurant breakfasts
have become few and far between.
My practice though, back in
the day when life included an 8:30 – 5:00 obligation, involved a drive
to work between 7:30 and 8:00. There I kicked-off each day with a
winding walk to the corporate cafeteria for the complimentary, albeit
bitter brew, offered as a company perk for my last eight years. Yup,
spoiled rotten, lazy. For more mornings than I can remember, there was
no requirement to make the coffee, clean the pot, dispose of the
grounds, or absent all that, dig for spare change. Over that last year
or so, I acquired an environmental conscience, abandoning the Styrofoam
cups dispensed in the cafeteria and going green. This added a journey
to the office kitchen to clean out my cup, a trip I forgot to make
enough times that it necessitated a detour for a wash up before getting
that routine mugful. That was the only effort though. Gosh, free
coffee. Some days it tasted better then a comprehensive benefit
Now though, there’s no brewed beverage waiting for me.
Many mornings, I sit down in front of this computer around the same
time as “back when" and writing inhales me to the point that I fail to pour
the water and flip the switch on Mr. Coffee— at times also
neglecting lunch. On those days I lift my head blinking at 2:00, a few
minutes before I need to pick up my daughter, realizing my stomach has
been yowling louder then our temperamental cat--which is all good.
is so much to be said for when the work you love sidetracks you from
other err, attractions. In the corporate world, coffee, lunch, even an
occasional mid-afternoon snack provided excuses to break away from
employment that was simply “fine.” Now I’m so immersed in this “job,” I
have to put the timer on to remind me to pick up my daughter or I risk a
call from an annoyed teen: “Are you coming?” Oops.
rough start may have distracted me from filling the pot, but it’s this
blog, my practice, my teacher and my guide, the writing that engrosses
me so that time loses its meaning—that's the real cause of this caffeine
withdrawal. I’m not getting paid in cash for what I’m doing. Yet the
rewards warm me like a cup of coffee between my palms on the coldest
Except when writing about it reminds me that it’s
the second morning in a row that I haven’t tasted coffee, and two days
with no java will not fly.
Excuse me while I go grind the beans.