The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

The coffee maker I took with me when I moved out of my parent's house was a shiny chrome Sunbeam vacuum coffee maker--electric. I kept it around for a long time, but I went looking for it a couple years ago and came up empty.

You can still buy the identical coffee maker. This one is on EBay for $130.

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You don't get to watch the thing work, but it also won't implode on you. I like the way the seller's dining room is reflected in the chrome. I think the photographer might be in the doorway centered in the reflection, but it's hard to say.

On a different note, I learned today that my long-time employer had a heart attack and has been hospitalized since Tuesday. It was a "silent" heart attack and he survived, but his doctors are still working on his release. I might need to put a rush on some of my short-term plans.
 
My Dad's doctor says he has a very strong heart. It has a clear, steady beat with no issues. Even so, I worry about him. My Aunt, well, not really, his sister has all kinds of heart problems. She's a few years older, six or seven, but started having issues younger than he is now. How can one child have their Dad's strong heart and the other the mothers not so good heart?
The coffee maker I took with me when I moved out of my parent's house was a shiny chrome Sunbeam vacuum coffee maker--electric. I kept it around for a long time, but I went looking for it a couple years ago and came up empty.

You can still buy the identical coffee maker. This one is on EBay for $130.

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You don't get to watch the thing work, but it also won't implode on you. I like the way the seller's dining room is reflected in the chrome. I think the photographer might be in the doorway centered in the reflection, but it's hard to say.

On a different note, I learned today that my long-time employer had a heart attack and has been hospitalized since Tuesday. It was a "silent" heart attack and he survived, but his doctors are still working on his release. I might need to put a rush on some of my short-term plans.
 
I'd forgotten how bad the peach schnapps tasted.

Gosh. The last time I had peach schnapps was at a 30th birthday party a handful of flight attendants threw for me. They were neighbors; the objective wasn't anything fun other than seeing how upchucking-drunk they could get me. They were successful.
 
Gosh. The last time I had peach schnapps was at a 30th birthday party a handful of flight attendants threw for me. They were neighbors; the objective wasn't anything fun other than seeing how upchucking-drunk they could get me. They were successful.
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Gosh. The last time I had peach schnapps was at a 30th birthday party a handful of flight attendants threw for me. They were neighbors; the objective wasn't anything fun other than seeing how upchucking-drunk they could get me. They were successful.
The last time I got that drunk was New Years Eve 1978.
 
My Dad's doctor says he has a very strong heart. It has a clear, steady beat with no issues. Even so, I worry about him. My Aunt, well, not really, his sister has all kinds of heart problems. She's a few years older, six or seven, but started having issues younger than he is now. How can one child have their Dad's strong heart and the other the mothers not so good heart?
Makin' babies is a craps shoot. You can never be sure what you're getting.
 
The last time I got drunk was October 19th 1996 - my retirement kegger. People now ask "Don't you drink anymore?"

I reply, "I don't have to, I'm a civilian now."
And here I thought we were talking about room-spinning technicolor yawn to the porcelain god type drunk.
 
Coffee solves all things.

It's Friday afternoon here, and my enthusiasm for work related things has dropped through the floor. I think I might go and do a "site inspection" and try and write a bit of my second Valentine's story, seeming the first has ground to a halt.
 
I'm sitting in on a family member's medical appointment. The hospital is a confusing building site, meaning we managed to arrive on time, but I have not yet had any coffee...
 
I've found a load of the Bear's writings on Ankh Morpork.
Ahh, Ankh-Morpork, that toddling town. The city that puts Less into Homelessness. The city that never sleeps, or it would wake up with its throat slit. Once described as the model of an Inquest torture chamber without the warmth. Who could forget long romantic strolls atop (not along) the Ankh River, "The River You Can Chew". It's only considered a river because it moves slightly faster than its banks. (It's the only river that is so polluted that if you wanted to throw a body in the river you had to use a shovel) The city where organized crime is so organized it is self regulating and has a dental plan. The ruler, Lord Vetinari was elected by a one man, one vote system of democracy (he is the man and he has the vote).

It's my kind of town!

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Welcome to Friday!
The Last Monday of the Week!
 
Update: after a disappointing lack of coffee in both the private hospital wing and the adjacent cafe being shut, I did get a good coffee on the way homebound. And now am about to have an hour to kill, not really worth going home. I'll just have to acquire another coffee...
 
I've got a fresh pot of coffee going and the teapot is hot for those who want a cuppa. Today we have some raspberry danish for those with a sweet tooth.

Got some writing done yesterday and I finally figured out how to get out of the dead end I wrote myself into.
 
Daily Puzzle - What's wrong with this picture?
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Daily Puzzle Answer - This weather forecast IS FOR FLORIDA!
 
A telling expose of health care in modern society!!! I suggest a sternly worded letter to The Mail.
The fact that we needed to see a consultant privately, and that the family medical insurance refused to cover it (they cover the speciality, allegedly, but you have to use one of their named docs, but they have no named docs in the country...) is a telling expose of both the NHS and private medicine. We did take extra biscuits to make up for the broken coffee machine, though.

Then I really thought the gods were against me when we stopped at a falafel place and he said his coffee machine was also broken. But he also said he could have hot fresh falafel for us in two minutes, during which time I could go next door and buy their coffee. Which I did. Bit strong but good, and the falafel were both cheap (for central London at least) and excellent.

I got a bit of inspiration for Valentine's and have been scribbling away. Only there's a fine line between 'story that's mainly reproducing a stream of consciousness from a drunk' and 'shit'...
 
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