Saturday, August 14, 2010

I Have Reached My Target Heart Rate

It's a quiet morning at Roseholme Cottage. I slept in and so did Tam; I got up when I heard her feeding the cats. I threw on a robe and wandered into the kitchen, where I filled the electric teakettle -- to make coffee, confusingly enough. (We use a Chemex:[1] it's Tam and Roberta X approved!)

Went back to the computer room/cat bedroom and was booting up my computer when I suddenly heard a horrible noise from the general direction of the kitchen! Catastrophic teakettle failure? It was a boiling, arcing sound, with a nasty undertone. I leapt up and ran down the hall, though the catlock door, took a right turn through the dining room to the kitchen where--

Where Tam gave me a quizzical look, as the seldom-used coffee grinder shut down. "I assume you wanted coffee," she said. "We're out of the good stuff but there were some beans left." And she pointed to a bag of good old Eight O'Clock.[2] "What brought you out here in such a hurry?" She had the grace not to snicker too loudly at my stammered explanation.
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1. FTC? KMA. They ain't never gave me nuthin' nohow. But their product sure makes good coffee!
2. FTC? KMA.

3 comments:

Ed Rasimus said...

With a well-planned and executed shot, your target's heart rate shouldn't rise at all. Oh, you meant...never mind.

Anonymous said...

Using a tea kettle to make coffee? Well, I can't complain. I'm the ironic drunk who gets hammered on screwdrivers.

(With apologies to whichever comedian donated that joke.)

Jim

Roberta X said...

Now there's a cruel wrench!