…. this morning I stood at the kitchen sink and drank orange juice as the Sun peeked up over the mountains… it was the palest of blue and streaked with yellow and red… the coffee pot gurgled and hissed as if hardly amused by the spectacle…

… I wanted to turn away from the sunrise and talk to the pot… and explain to it that there was no need for such anger… such nasty sounds so early in the morning….. that, instead of brooding and popping, it should joyously greet the New Day….

… but I didn’t… it was not my place.... so I stood silently and let it complain… until its moans and curses gradually faded and it fell silent…. finished....

… and then I drank some coffee….

by Eric on December 12, 2006 | Bullshit (8) | TrackBack (0) | Ummm, Ok....
Bullshit So Far

My husband makes those sounds in the morning, not the coffee pot. If you figure out how to stop it, let me know!

Bullshitted by Lisa W. on December 12, 2006 11:06 AM

yeah, that ole pot will complain as it vomits out that last bit of jumpstart..but then no pain no gain..the coffee pot's pain of course..I'll pass on it and take the gain

Bullshitted by GUYK on December 12, 2006 01:21 PM

So amongst your many talents, you now speak Coffeepot too?

Bullshitted by Erica on December 12, 2006 02:09 PM

You'd complain, too, if someone came along, got you excited, and drained you of fluid in the morning. No, wait: you'd be *happy*.

Bullshitted by Elisson on December 12, 2006 02:51 PM

Coffee pot noises? That's the best you can do? Slow day in the hills of TN huh?

Bullshitted by Former USMC DI on December 12, 2006 02:57 PM

Those little moments of transcendent beauty sometimes are the only things that keep me going, even if I'm the one who sputters around at times.

Bullshitted by trouble on December 12, 2006 05:17 PM

wonderful...just how you can combine a beautiful sunrise and at the same time considering talking to a coffee machine...just keeps me coming back here again and again.

Bullshitted by John C. on December 13, 2006 03:18 AM

You have such a wonderful way with words. Just when I think that I really don't need to be stopping by (for some of your more graphic and tasteless posts) I catch a glimpse of a gentle gem shining serendipitously (Is that a word?) from the the ash heap. I fear I've fallen prey to your prose dear sir. Such sweet addictions, simultaneously sinful and soulful are a rare commodity in this parallel universe we share. May you always find beauty in the waking of each morning and music in the making of your coveted caffeine. (And that my friend is my very best b.s)

Bullshitted by Cindy on December 13, 2006 10:52 PM