Waiting for Bozo

So last night I was driving home. I was tired, I’ve got a mild cold, I was hungry.  Very hungry.

I’d just completed two errands I needed to run and was headed up towards my house.  Now the road I was on is a main road with a bad intersection.  Right next to a new shopping center, this road’s right lane becomes a right turn only lane dumping all traffic in it onto a new freeway bypass that runs up in my neck of the woods.

And even though this road’s been like this for oh, going on two years now (new shopping center being a relative term), every so often some bozo forgets and ends up trying to get over at the last minute.

Last night’s bozo had pulled all the way to the front, and was desperately blinking (and probably using hand signals too) for the car in front to let him/her go in front when the light turned green.  And I’m thinking, “Great, he’s holding up the whole line of traffic just because he couldn’t remember to get over,and rather then jut get on the bypass, get off at the next really close exit and loop back around, he’s causing a traffic jam.”

Of course, it really only took a few seconds of everyone’s time to let him in.  And as I pulled forward to go on my disgruntled way, this concept from Paul’s instructions on the Lord’s Table popped into my head “When you come together to eat, wait for each other” and I thought, hey, if it’s that important at the Lord’s Table, hoe much more important is it out here in the rest of the world.

And then the second thought hit me, I’ve done the same thing as that car, granted when the road was much newer and I didn’t know the lane was there, and not quite as dangerously, but still. Someone had to let me in.

Sometimes I’m bozo.

And I like it when people wait for me graciously.

Yes, I'm a coffee snob, why do you ask?

Okay, so I’ve become something of a coffee snob of late.  I discovered thanks to a friend’s dare, that I was slightly lactose intolerant in that it used to be if I drank too much coffee, my stomach would start bothering me.  But after he challenged me by essentially calling me an infant for continuing to put milk in my coffee (in Europe, they only put milk in children’s coffee in order to get them used to it), I decided to switch to black (note, I already had stopped putting sugar in).

Then I discovered it wasn’t the coffee upsetting my stomach, it was the milk.  Now I can pretty much drink coffee all day if I want to instead of limiting it. Yeah, that was a great discovery, thanks Jason 😉 (so what I’ve been downing a whole french press by myself, everyone does that right? right?)

Anyway, I’d already started French-pressing my beans, and I started grinding my own beans way back when I still used a drip coffee maker, and each step on the road of coffee goodness has moved my coffee experience to new levels of the sublime.

Did you know coffee isn’t bitter?  Did you know that it actually has a natural sweetness to it?  That properly, recently roasted coffee ground right before you brew it ideally in a french press or if you must use a drip machine, one with a permanent mesh filter (paper keeps the oils out of the coffee).

Here’s the steps I did to experience sublime coffee 😉

Step One:  Start with locally, recently roasted coffee.  If it was roasted more than two weeks ago, leave it on the shelf.  Good local roasters will put a roast date on the bottom of the can or bag.

Step Two: Store your coffee in an airtight, dark container.  My favorite local roaster, Bongo Java, has these cool commemorative tins that fit the bill (although their tops are translucent… translucent=light coming through… AHHHH!) okay, so they mostly fit the bill.  Better then the clear acrylic I had been using 😛

Step Three: Grind the coffee and boil the water (note, you may want to try filtered water to see if it tastes better in your locale).  Here’s my coffee freshly ground, and coarsely ground too!  Grind just until most of the beans are ground… a few large pieces are okay, try to grind all those up, some of it will be too fine and you’ll end up with grounds in your cup. (yuck!) (Side note, if you don’t have a French press, buy one with a three-piece press assembly, not a one piece).

Step Four: Just before the water reaches a full boil, pour into press and stir (or you can do what I do, and press the coffee half way down and pull the press up rapidly twice, which pretty much stirs it 😉 my snobbery only goes so far.  For true snobbery, stir with a long handled spoon 10-12 times clockwise only).

Step Five: Wait at least 4 minutes, then pour and enjoy!

Meet Percy

Hi! I’m Professor Percy Seymour Howard (named for novelist Walker Percy).  I have an interesting tail… no wait, that’s an interesting tale.

A little while ago (we feline types aren’t so great at keeping time), I’m not really sure what happened, all I know is I was in pain and I was sitting on the side of the road watching those big metal things that the bipeds ride around in. They were zooming by really fast (did one of them hit me maybe?). I was putting on my brave kitty face because I didn’t want anyone to know I was hurt.  That’s when these nice bipeds drove by and sort of slowed down, but didn’t stop.

I couldn’t keep up the brave act, my leg hurt too bad, so eventually I had to lie down.  Those same bipeds came back and saw me still there, and got out and took me to this doctor biped that worked on my leg.  For I while I had to wear this funny wrap thing on it, but after she took it off, I could walk pretty good! The nice bipeds took me to live with their daughter and her mate, and I got to hang out in my the shop where my foster dad builds furniture.  I lived with them for two weeks while I was getting better, but they weren’t able to keep me (this made them very sad, I could tell).

Last night, this other female biped showed up at my foster mom and dad’s place.  I walked right up to her and sniffed her and decided that she seemed pretty okay.  She and my foster mom and dad talked for a while, and then she asked me if I wanted to go home and live with her.  She told me I’d have a kitty sister and doggie brother and sister too, and a cool dad who really needed a little boy kitty like me.

So I said okay, and walked right into the big carrier she brought for me to ride in, and she took me home.

I’m adjusting pretty good. I really like my new mom and dad, but the dogs are a little on the hyper side, and my new sister’s playing hard to get.  okay, so I think she’s determined not to like me, but I’ll win her over eventually.  I think my story’s just beginning instead of ending that day on the road thanks to some really cool bipeds who took really good care of me!

Anna here… Adelaide’s feeling threatened, poor girl… I’m giving her extra attention to make up for it.  But doesn’t she look splendid when she’s resentful?