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This is thursday, the day after wednesday. Yesterday was not a good morning. It began, as most working days do, in the kitchen at 530 am. The plan is to make breakfast, and take half for lunch.
Three potatoes were washed and sliced. Three carrots were washed and sliced. The remaining collards were washed. The water went to the garden. The potatoes and carrots went into a steamer. This is a marvel of food preparation, as long as you do two things. You need to set a timer, this morning for 44:44. Only one timer finger works before 6am. The second, and more critical step, is to turn the stove heat down to simmer.
During the 44:44, PG looked at the internet. He gave a one star rating to a Jesus worshiper who banned him from commenting. Facebook was given it’s due. Finally, the timer went off, and PG stumbled into the kitchen. What is that burning smell? Did the burner stay at top temperature? This might not be a good wednesday.
After a breakfast of oatmeal, profanity, and air freshener, PG drove the ten miles on I285 without incident. After an hour or so, it was time for another cup of coffee. Naturally, his portion was the last one available, and another pot needed to be made.
The plastic basket was pulled away from the machine. PG grabbed the edges of the filter, and picked it up. The intention was to deposit the old coffee in the trash can. The problem was in grasping the old filter too close to the edge. The filter tore, leaving PG pinching a bit of wet filter paper. The coffee grounds fell on the floor, the counter, the sink, the unwashed cups, and the side of the cabinet. Wednesday is supposed to be hump day, not dump day. Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives,Georgia State University Library”.