I finally figured out how to make good coffee in my Keurig. My morning cup is one of the highlights of my day, so when I switched from my old Mr. Coffee and Folger’s Black Silk ground coffee to the Keurig with Black Silk K-cups, I was not impressed. It just didn’t taste the same. I even threatened to haul Mr. Coffee back out of retirement.
Then I discovered Community Coffee’s Signature Blend Dark Roast. Yay. No one in my family likes dark coffee, but I love it. I didn’t start drinking coffee until my mid-20s, after I moved to Louisiana—so yes, dark roast is definitely my go-to. Just FYI for any dark coffee drinkers out there.
Thanksgiving & Family
How was your Thanksgiving? Mine was lovely. We all went to my sister’s house. All of the children and grandchildren were there with spouses or dates, except for the Grand Girls, who were with their other grandmother. LOL. Learning to share the grandkids on holidays is… a fact of life.
A cold front rolled in, and temps dropped to around 44° this morning. I told Marie that for a Texan, this feels just like the icy, snowy winter scene she posted.
Bonnie Rae’s Update
Bonnie Rae is doing wonderfully. As you may remember, she’s a rescue, and I’m convinced she must have lived in a cage because she spends nearly all her time in her bed—except when food might be involved. If I even think about walking into the kitchen, she trots right behind me.
She knows how to walk to the dog park to do her business and understands the puppy pad, though she sits right on the edge instead of in the center. And she has become a little food thief, so nothing can be left on my side table anymore.
On the positive side, she enjoyed a carrot I gave her the other day—took it straight to her bed like a treasure. She’s so quiet and truly a pleasure to have in an apartment.
A New Doctor & A Sad Observation
I tried out a new doctor at a nearby health care center. Even though many doctors accept Medicare, finding one close with afternoon appointments has been tough. Long story short: I loved the doctor, even if the building itself was very utilitarian.
What struck me, though, was how many teenage mothers I saw there. I’m not judging them—just feeling sad for what they’re missing in what I’ve always thought of as the normal teenage season of life.
Giving in a Different Way This Year
Since I don’t go to the big box stores much anymore, I probably won’t be dropping anything into the big red cauldrons this year. Instead, I made my first donation of the season to a homeless woman pushing her life in a grocery cart.
All I had on me was a $20, and these days that is a lot to me. But I knew it would feel like even more to her. I used to give all I could at Christmas—especially when it meant toys for children. I can’t do that anymore, but I was grateful to be able to help that woman, no matter how she used it. You know what I mean.
More later ...
