Coffee helps me sleep. That sounds really strange, but it is true. I have been drinking coffee since my mid teens. No, it did not stunt my growth- I still grew to six foot eight. It did however make me dependent on caffeine. I also drink quite a bit of cola as well.
I was talking with a coworker after our night shift. I was telling him how I was going to have a cup of coffee and head to bed. Clearly he thinks I’m crazy.
If I go a day or two without coffee, I tend to get bad headaches. Those headaches can make it very tough to function, including falling asleep. I’m lucky in a sense that one cup of coffee doesn’t keep me awake. It usually takes two or three cups or a really strong coffee in order to keep me alert if I’m tired.
After thirty years of coffee drinking, it’s no surprise that I’m addicted. But a cup of coffee after a night shift helps me sleep. Go figure.
If I’m not taking pictures of my family and friends, I am usually taking pictures of food or nature. Skylines and trees are my personal favorites.
Sometimes I take a photo “just because.” It could be a picture of a movie title or a unique object. (Sorry… side quest… is it “a” or “an” before the word “unique”? Let me know in the comments if I was correct, and why.) The other day I took the following picture:
It is not one of my better pictures. But the colours and shapes on the kitchen counter bring me joy. Here are the reasons why:
The green glass bowl– I have always loved shaped and coloured glass. The wavyness of this bowl is fun. There’s even a little matching bowl inside.
The red apples– Apples are my favorite fruit. These were nearly perfect apples as well.
The blue canister– It holds fresh ground coffee. Need I say more?
The silver canister– Holds our sugar for coffee and baking. For the little sweetness needed in our lives.
All of them lined up in our kitchen awaiting their turn to be used. To me, the colours just pop. I could’ve used a filter, or adjusted my angle. Each item is as vibrant in their emotional impact for me as are the colours. I ended up overlooking the art aspect of how to take a good photo.
This picture is a Vibrant Mediocrity. And that’s okay as well. Giving it a title like that turns it into art.
This morning I met with a friend that I haven’t seen in about a year and a half. I suggested we do what the older people in my neighborhood do. So we went for a breakfast up the road at the Co-Op and shared stories over a cheap meal and cheap coffee. Like a couple of old guys just being old guys meeting up.
The reason for our lengthy absence wasn’t evident nor important. Life just, uh, finds a way. And life gets busy. We were both still in contact through social media and the occasional text message. But meeting face to face is always different.
What could’ve been a quick meet up, turned into a three hour talk. Discussions about family, work, and even politics were on the table. A healthy back and forth, sharing the ups and downs as of late, and offering sage advice to one another. We both have similar outlooks on all of the above. Both of us aiming to stay positive and working towards just being better people.
After three hours together, it felt as if we hadn’t lost anything in our friendship. Those hours today only felt like a brief moment. A moment that I was surprised had lasted so long. I sense that our friendship won’t ever falter. Perhaps we can meet up more often as the world gets settled into a new lifestyle.
It was good to talk to that old friend as we acted like old guys. My advice- don’t be afraid to just drop a line to someone who mattered in your life. You never know when you both need to reconnect.
Like most folks, we have an assortment of coffee mugs in our cupboard. They often appear as gifts based on whatever the recipients fancy. From Owls to Lego, to mugs that come free with a bottle of booze- these become personalized favorites of us all. But my wife and I are cheesy. We have a collection of matching mugs.
It started years ago with a couple of horoscope ones from the dollar store. But it soon branched off into ones that defined who we really were.
My wife dominated over me by absconding the “Player 1” mug leaving me to be the Luigi to her Mario. Always second to none, but she’s my number one.
I am particularly fond of our first set of Disneyland mugs. Simple art of the classic characters that defined cartoons My wife is the Minnie to my Mickey.
Soon after we picked up another set of mugs. She is the elegant Eve to my clunky love struck Wall-E. But wait, there’s more…
A couple of years later she became my Belle. That’s right, we really are that cheesy. Even our kids began to get in on the fun.
Of course Disneyland plays on the memories and heartstrings of everyone who enters their gates. The store shelves are lined with trinkets and mugs that need to be brought home. Every one of our morning coffees is in matching mugs. And no one else is permitted to use them.
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.
I remember the coffee in the 80’s that my parents drank:
To make a coffee for my parents was simple. Pour hot water over two scoops freeze dried coffee, two scoops sugar and milk. Easy to make and the best part- it was unpleasant tasting. So I never drank coffee as a kid.
In my late teens and early twenties I never made coffee at home. I only drank the crap from Denny’s late at night or when hung over. Once I married my wife, we would brew our own coffee in a coffee maker. On occasion we would even buy beans and grind them ourselves.
I was making a coffee to-go today and realized that I have a collection of travel mugs. All of which I could probably throw out now since they aren’t exactly super clean anymore. Back in the 80’s- if my father took a coffee in the car, he used a regular mug.
One time he forgot his mug on the roof of the car. On the first turn, the mug slide off the roof and exploded onto the sidewalk. I was entertained… he was mad. Probably because he broke his favorite mug.
I would’ve been mad because the coffee tasted like ass. That’s the difference between me and my father and our tastes in coffees.
I finished my night shift at work with a massive headache. Not from the work itself- that rarely bothers me. My head was pounding. Throbbing behind my eye. My jaw was sore. All because I didn’t have any coffee for the past two days.
I can’t believe it’s all because of a lack of drinking coffee. But it is. They say drinking coffee stunts your growth. Maybe not physically in my case, but perhaps mentally. The lack of coffee had left me unfocused because of the pain.
But I made it through the shift. Groggy and sore. Now it’s time to grab a coffee and off to bed. At least I have the ability to sleep after drinking coffee.
Everyone has an opinion on things. Some of the best discussions I have had with people is when they can discuss rationally their point of view. Here are my opinions. No facts or info backing up what I prefer. Just my opinion on which is better. Feel free to discuss.
Dogs are better than cats. My dog is super loyal and just plain amazing.
Coffee is better than tea. Coffee is the go to wake up beverage in my household.
Toilet paper needs to go over towards the front. Not flap behind.
Star Wars is better than Star Trek. (Simply a more action packed universe.)
I’m not even going to begin this debate on man vs woman.
There are plenty of other things that people fight over. Beer vs wine. Hot dogs vs hamburgers. Or stronger opinions that have caused riots: Anti-vax vs Vaccination. Hillary vs Trump. Home school vs classrooms. Or even hands on learning vs textbook learning. God vs everyone else’s God(s) vs Atheists. Evolution vs Creationism.
All of us have an opinion on something. Sometimes our opinions are so strong that we don’t ever accept that we may be wrong. I am willing to have a healthy debate with friends or family as long as there isn’t animosity being brought into the talks.
Unless we are talking about Lord of the Rings. Harry Potter is far superior. End of discussion.
Coffee, tea, soda, or energy drinks. Everyone has a way of getting that burst of energy. Personally I go for coffee. My wife and I share a pot every morning. Even if I’m coming home from a nightshift. This makes us about 2-3 cups each. On a rare occasion we make a second pot. It all depends on how our day before went…
When I first started working shift work or nights, I would pick up a large energy drink or two. I did this for a few years until I realized that I was getting severe heartburn regularly. It only took my body a few days to return to normalcy. Now, I only have an energy drink once or twice a year-usually on the fourth day of a ComiCon. This is because hotel breakfast coffee is the worst and trying to justify spending $5 at Starbucks on a black coffee is difficult.
My tastes in coffee are simple. Inexpensive (but not bottom of the barrel cheap), hot, and two sugar- no matter what size- two sugar adds the exact sweetness I need for my coffee. Like the chemical compounds for the caffeine to sugar ratio has nothing to do with the liquid itself.
Coffee doesn’t keep me awake either. I could drink a pot of coffee to myself and then go straight to sleep. I drink coffee more for the fact that I always drank it. I have never had caffeine withdrawals because I never let that happen.
Something is seriously wrong with this math.
In my home we rarely have cans of cola around. We usually purchase 2L bottles of Ginger Ale or a lemon lime soda when it’s on sale- then we stock up! My personal taste is Dr. Pepper and my wife enjoys Coke Zero, so we pick up one or two of those as well. Our children drink mostly water, tea or milk. Treats on the weekend include juice or a glass of pop. If it’s a family birthday or special occasion, then our kids get a cup of coffee, but it’s half filled with milk or cream.
Now that it’s getting warmer, I’m going to try and enjoy some iced coffees. However, coffee at our home rarely lasts in the pot long enough to get cold, so I will be resorting to buy my iced coffees elsewhere. Thank goodness McDonald’s has them for $1.00 all summer! Time to get caffeinated & cool off.