It behooves me to say
That I’m here for the day
To sit on your couch
To mumble and slouch
While you pander, survey.
I am old and unsteady
With my cane at the ready
I’ll wait while you cook
Put my coat on the hook
And pour something heady.
Perhaps a good glass
Will make the time pass
A little chardonnay
Would do by the way
I had it at Christmas mass.
Biscotti’s are one of the few Christmas traditions me and my wife Katie have made over the past two years. Usually I just make them, but the chocolate seized so Katie came to the rescue! These are Maple Rum Biscotti with White Chocolate, I can’t wait to enjoy them with coffee tomorrow morning… maybe even tonight!
I woke up this morning cranky and tired. One of those achy mornings where you know you’re going to be exhausted all day. It might have been because I’m trying to get ready for night shift at the local hospital, and stayed up late into the night. It was going to be a pancake and coffee morning. I was going to brew myself a strong cup of coffee using my trusty old Black and Decker coffee maker from before I went to college all those years ago.
I searched everywhere, it was gone, I looked at my wife. She smiled. That’s when I knew it was gone forever. It was like losing an old friend, the type of friend you know backwards and forwards. Sure it was an off brand monstrosity, probably not worth the $9.99 I paid for it. But it made dang good coffee, if you knew how to use it. Now I’ll have to cough up the money to buy another coffee maker, or I’ll just go buy a Keurig (sell out). Whatever happens, I feel like I’ve lost a friend. So for now I’ll settle for my french press coffee, but it’s just not the same. I’ll miss you.
Poetry by the river 