My Keurig Says “Please”
It really is the magic word

Author’s photo: My Beloved Coffee Maker — Making Nice

March 2018:

I love technology. I blame my dad. He wasn’t all that in the parenting department — however, he was a tool and die maker and all-around lover of gizmos. A machinist by trade and a tinkerer by design — he adored all things mechanical.

Cars that drive themselves. Computerized everything. Phones that are video cameras/digital cameras/computers/calculators. My dad would have loved it all.

Yeah, I got those genes — not the ones that make great spaghetti sauce. I can troubleshoot most of the equipment and computers I work with. Back in the day when I was an ICU nurse, I discovered my love for gizmos. When I went to the OR, I knew I had landed in heaven. There were more, bigger, brighter toys there.

Which brings me to my coffee maker. I recently bit the bullet and bought a Keurig. I resisted mainly for ecological reasons, but when they came out with reuseable pods I was convinced to give it ago.

I have to tell you, I love my coffee maker. It’s programmable and makes damn good coffee. Plus I can use my own favorite blend — which I have a shit-ton of in my freezer. I get it on sale — of course.

But mostly — what I adore about my coffee maker is this: It’s so polite. It’s kind. The last time it needed water — it said please.

In a cruel world, it is the small kindnesses that will make your morning and thus propel you into your day with a smile on your face and a song in your heart. And the caffeine in your bloodstream is just a bonus.

Namaste.
['Ann Litts']
['This Happened To Me', 'Life Lessons', 'Spirituality', 'Kindness', 'Technology']