a heart is captive

a heart is captive

Friday, December 7, 2012

Irony Part One: Coffee Crises

I drink coffee. The the coffee maker takes #4 cone filters. Months ago I had to buy #2 in a 200 pack size since there were no #4, and 200 was the only size when I was in the store and it is an 80 mile round trip so I was not going to go back anytime soon. I have used up the #2 cones. I did have some basket filters left and put them away for emergency; However, while unpacking some boxes for my aunt I saw she had one of these mesh reusable #4 cones. Ah ha! says I, when I run out I will go and get that from the storage room, since storage space is at a premium in the kitchen.

A month later I have the dear wonderful contractor (I mean that sincerely.) come to do work. I noticed that morning that #2 was my last filter. So I will go get the mesh one later on today.

By later on that day the whole of the available area in the storage room was being used to store the items for the other projects still to be done in a few days (He roofs and the dry days are needed for outside work and he has 3 more roofs to do while the weather keeps.) I can not get to the are where the mesh filter is at this time. No bit problem says I. I need to go to the store and I will just buy a pack of #4 cones at the local grocery store which I have discovered as a wonder little gem. #4, #2, in fact all cones filters were sold out.....only baskets. Well I have some basket shapes here in the kitchen....in a safe and reasonable place.

I return home and Can't remember where that reasonable place is. I need to look in earnest or there will be no coffee this morning, Or I can rinse out the filter again since I did it yesterday morning.

This is Irony in spades. This is only part one of the series.

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