Contemplating Coffee


There is so much more going on right now than this. I know that. Far, far more important things, but with that warning, I’m going to talk about it anyway.

My new coffeemaker is kind of a bust.

I really wanted it to work. I really, really did, but this morning, I eagerly scooped the beans into the integrated grinder, pressed the button and watched as my cup filled with light brown water, a clump of grounds at the bottom.

Not really the coffee I was looking for.

I’ve had this machine long enough now that I know this hot bad-pipes-looking cup meant that the chute that sends the coffee from the grinder into the basket is clogged, so I opened the top to pull out the grinder.

It wouldn’t budge. And when I say it wouldn’t budge, I mean it was like it was bonded to the machine. Which it probably was, with steam-dampened coffee cement.

I tried putting it on the floor for leverage. I tried a screwdriver. I went online, and some people suggested putting the entire thing in the freezer. Hmm.

I finally just left it to cool down and pulled out the old Keurig.

Finally, just now, I managed to pry the grinder out with the screwdriver, using various tools to clean the chute and the grinder itself. I then promptly dropped the lid, itself covered in coffee dust, and thus just spent 20 minutes cleaning the kitchen floor.


So I will either grind my own coffee or buy ground coffee. The grinder just isn’t worth the trouble. The coffeemaker itself wasn’t expensive, and it does solve the K-cup problem, but the on-board grinder? Well, that’s a fail.

You are now free to return to your much more important issues. Or if you don’t wanna, check out my books. They’re escapey, and 100% guaranteed not to leave coffee grounds on your floor.

For more on my thoughts about Charlottesville and rising bigotry, please read An Open Letter to My Friends of Color.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

Peruse Montraps Publishing.

Let’s Call the Whole Thing Off. Or Not. Your Call.


Looking for a little light fun in the midst of this endless winter? Well, endless here. It’s hard to believe it’s summer in other parts of the world, but I digress.

A tiny peek into a diary sets this future-bride’s world askew. What will she do? Only one way to find out.

Let’s Call The Whole Thing Off by Jill Steeples. Amazon for $0.99. Reasons why you should never, ever, read your best friend’s diary (even if it has fallen to the floor, pages open oh-so temptingly…):

– It’s morally indefensible.

– She would never trust you again.

– You probably know it all anyway…

So what harm could the tiniest peek do…? Answer: Lots! The best reason for never reading your best friend’s diary:

You might just find out something you really didn’t want to know!