Yesterday one of the worst things that could’ve happened, happened. It was so sudden that it surprised my wife and I. We were quite distraught to say the least.

Our coffee maker stopped working after five years of daily use. Every morning a full pot of coffee awaited us. Like a friendly greeting by a neighbor that made you smile. A hot cup of coffee was the best way to start our day. (Or end my night shift.) Our reliance on this machine was substantial. Even our children had begun to benefit from the joy a cup o’ java brought them.

As a quick substitute for this morning’s drinks, I pulled out our French Press that we take camping. It makes a great cup of coffee but requires more effort and I can’t set it the night before. The convenience of “Set it and forget it” was gone today. A tear ran down my cheek as I pressed the knob down on my fresh pressed coffee.

As our former coffee maker barely has a chance to hit the recycling bin, I am already on the hunt for it’s replacement. Tomorrow we shall bring home a new maker all set for our weekend wake ups. I don’t have the patience to wait for an Amazon delivery of this magnitude. Perhaps it’s time to up our coffee game with an espresso maker for only $3300… Naw. I’ll stick with the same brand and almost identical coffee maker we once had for $60. Our Oster lasted a long time and the value is there.