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The Coffee Machine Breakup
It is officially over — for now
The relationship did not even last four full months. Relative to the many decades I’ve been opening my eyes every morning the relationship was just a teeny tiny blip on the radar of my lifetime. Gone as fast and suddenly as it began. It ended yesterday.
I wrote about the beginning of this relationship in some article. I went into my stories to find it but, goodness gracious, it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack in there. Apparently, I did not mention the beginning of the relationship in the title of the story.
That’s okay. I didn’t have the patience to search for more than a minute and a half so I will have to trust my memory. The problem with that is that sometimes I forget… and other times I just don’t remember. So it is possible that I may be making some of this up.
The relationship began on a cold day in November. I think. I remember it was cold and I remember that at some point in my day I smelled coffee. The smell somehow followed me home and it was in my kitchen that I abruptly had a full-blown hankering.
Don’t you just love that word? ‘Hankering’ is one of my favorite words in the American language. It is so joyous. Hankerings are experienced by all humans. We all get them, yet surprisingly there are no classes dealing with…
