Sunday, May 12, 2013

Flesh and Heat Don't Go Together

It's harder having an epiphany before you wake up. At least, before you wake up and have caffeine. I discovered this yesterday, the hard way.

Some background is necessary here. It's pretty evident that I like coffee. So does one of my roommates. We have a 12 cup coffee pot. It was an ancient beast, and it finally decided to die. I gave it a decent and heartfelt burial.

About 7 years ago I had yet to be hooked on that lovely little bean. My dad came down for my college graduation. He loves coffee too, so I rushed out to get a little 4 cup pot just for him. It was one of the things I took with me when I got divorced. Jon didn't drink coffee.

So, since the big one crapped out, I dragged the little one out for emergency purposes. Freshly ground beans - the fragrance of a good morning.

Yeah, right.

In my eagerness to pour this lovely little elixir of life, I pulled out the carafe at an angle. Now, it's a small pot, right? It doesn't weigh very much. Neither does the actual machine. Consequently, the whole damn thing started to move.

Naturally, I decided to hold it down to keep it steady. Not a good idea. Because I didn't grab the plastic with my fingertips. No, not me. Why would I do anything smart?

I grabbed the hot plate with my fingertips. Every single one on my left hand. Just before I had to go teach my first Saturday class this semester.

Ouch isn't the word. I sat for half an hour with my fingertips in a glass of ice. It's not the way I thought I'd wake up yesterday.

But just think what a great scene it will make for something!

Between fixing computers and my shift linkage breaking, I haven't done any writing for the past few days. But sitting here, watching Iron Man, I think I'm going to shake things up by blowing up something. Should be fun.

I'll let you know on Wednesday.

Happy writing, all!


Rob-bear said...

Has anyone suggested to you that you may be a disaster waiting for a place to happen?

I do hope your fingers are much better after their "misadventure."

Now you know one of the reasons Bear does not make coffee at home.

Blessings and Bear hugs!
Bears Noting
Life in the Urban Forest (poetry)

Lara said...

Morning, Bear. Actually, they haven't. But that would explain a LOT.

My fingers are fine, thanks. No swelling, redness, or blistering. They began to feel fine around 3:00-ish on Saturday.

You're smart not to make coffee at home, Bear. I'm buying my coffee today.

Enjoy your Monday!

Anonymous said...

Goodness, and I thought giving up coffee was painful! Popped by from Bear's Blog, you come recommended you know!

Anonymous said...

Goodness, and I thought giving up coffee was painful! Popped by from Bear's Blog, you come recommended you know!