So I have a pretty confusing house in the morning. I share space with my wife and our two young daughters, age 6 and 3. While I take all of 20 minutes to prepare myself for the day, they all take some extra maintenance time. I guess I can't buzz their hair off with the clippers like I do mine. :(
Anyway, I'm also the chef of the house so I prepare breakfast and pack whatever lunches need to be made for the day. We're out the door by 8:00 to drop off at daycare, summer day camp, and head over to the office where my wife and I run a small and quickly growing business.
So I have a couple morning rituals that help me put my brain in the right place among the chaos that is 3 females, regardless of age, preparing themselves and doing what girls do in the morning. First, I make myself a nice cup of bold coffee in a French press. It makes me feel good knowing that the coffee is brewing for precisely 4 minutes and then I will have something to attenuate the noise in the rest of the house. Ahhh, that's better.
Next, every morning I pick up my 3 string guitar, the aptly named El Segundo, head out to the back porch and play a little. What? There's a house attached to this porch? There are actually 3 girls in there? Wouldn't have known if you didn't tell me.
Well, today was a little extra hectic since I slept to 6:30 and my wife has a nice summertime cold that kept her in bed until past 7:00. I didn't get my back porch playing time and I felt worse than if I had skipped the coffee. In desperation, while the girls were fighting about what sneakers they were not going to wear, I sidled up to the CBG, plucked out 12 bars and a turnaround, set it down and walked out the door. Ahhhh . . .it attenuates the chaos regarless of dosage.
Happy morning, all.
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Two words: "Penguin Mints"
First - it maintains the caffeine saturation. Then - when emptied - makes a perfect resonator for a small canjo/diddley...
I guess it didn't work as well as I had hoped.
I decided I needed some more caffeine at the office and we have one of those single cup Keurig machines. I put in a new K-Cup, hit the button and watched it brew directly into the spill tray. I stood right there. And watched it. Brew right into the spill tray. The whole cup. To the last drop. And I watched it happen.
One of our employees has a husband who is a stand up comedian. He must get lots of good material off us.
Where's my CBG?
I started to enjoy the story, then I realized it's not really about the coffee... ;-)