* (I was going thru boxes last night
and found this silly poem from a
journal written in 1985)
Today I buried my best friend -
my automatic drip coffeemaker.
The one that I would struggle out of bed for
and run to for my morning solace.
Buried amongst broken egg shells, empty milk
cartons and wilted lettuce - it seemed so
undignified a burial, as she, my automatic
drip coffeemaker gave me peace and sanity
in this uncertain and turmoiled world.
Then it dawned on me, that the objects with
which she was laid to rest had given me
nourishment, which is the essence of health,
of life.
So I bid a fond farewell to that wonderful lady,
who in her last darkest days spoke to me ever
so helpless - wanting me to put an end to
her misery via pulling her plug.
Draining what little life there was out of her,
I didn't want it to end so soon - my warm and
refreshing friendship never to be forgotten.
I send my condolences, Cathi. Such a sad time for you. Do you think that you might purchase a new one, or is it too early to consider such a thing ? Try not to be too sad...... reality says, out with the old and in with the new !!!!!!
ReplyDeleteHaha! I don't think it's silly at all, cathi. The day I bury my coffemaker will be the day they bury me with it. LOL. xxoo
ReplyDeleteOh Cathi...your poor, poor coffeemaker and how bereft you must have felt. How did you feel going out and buying a new one? Was it like a kind of betrayal? Did you take to it immediately...or did you need to learn its quirks first? Or did you quietly surprise yourself by how easily you upgraded to a newer, shinier model? A most character-defining moment indeed. Meredith xo.
ReplyDeleteHow sad for the poor little thing. I guess all good things eventually come to an end....
ReplyDeleteYou poor (or should that be "pour") dear!
ReplyDeleteI love your Christmas header photo!! xoxo
This is the best ~ like losing an old friend!
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