Mind Over Matter

FIVE SHADES OF WEAK [AKA PODLESS COFFEE]

Until today, I guess I sorta kinda believed in using my mind to alter a feeling, at least to an extent. I remember complaining to a friend that I was freezing while walking to her house.  She told me that it was all in my head and that if I thought it was really cold it would be really cold but if I thought it is actually warmer I would begin to feel warmer.  At the time I thought she was berserk. My 12-year-old brain had not quite learned that concept. Now I am not so sure. I have talked myself down from shivering cold to just plain cold.  I have talked myself down from something tasting awful to tasting palatable. I have even convinced myself I can do things I never thought I could.  Have I developed magical powers?  Have I evolved into a higher thinking being? Or is it indeed all in my mind?

What is all of this drivel about you may ask?  This morning I woke up a tad groggy, made my coffee in my Keurig and sat down to read over my emails with my piping hot cuppa joe.  Well,  I think I was about half of a cup in when I thought, hmmm, this tastes a bit weak, maybe I used a leftover pod from the day before… ew, gross!  I took another sip and as I did, I looked down into the cup.  Clear liquid! Hot water.

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For ten minutes I was sipping hot water thinking I was drinking coffee, albeit weak coffee.

Wow, I thought, why spend the money when you can just imagine you have a hardy cup of coffee?  Or to take it further, rather than buying lobster, how about codfish dipped in butter; I can use my newly evolved powers to convince myself I am eating delicious, fresh Maine lobster!  What else can I do?  Today, perhaps my car will be a Porsche,  it will not be 110 degrees, it will be a perfect 85 degrees, my husband will be…  He will be himself, shame on you!  I know you were thinking of some hot celebrity .

I am excited about this new found superpower, now I just need a name for myself, Einstein is taken, Super Woman, gone.  I am open to ideas.

If this is coffee, please bring me some tea; but if this is tea, please bring me some coffee. Abraham Lincoln

or more appropriately:

I like coffee because it gives me the illusion that I might be awake.   Lewis Black

BREAKFAST AT HOME AND THE POD ALLIANCE

DAY 47, 48, 49,  JUNE 17, 18, 19,  2018

My husband, Jim and I like to go out for breakfast on Sundays.  This particular Sunday, being Father’s Day, could mean a very long wait.  We are not waiters.   At Jim’s suggestion, we stayed home and made pancakes.  I found fresh blueberries in the refrigerator and got to work making a batch from scratch.  I made the batter, Jim did the cooking.  On the side, leftover steak, sliced thin; fresh and oh so sweet watermelon; warmed, maple syrup; and voila’, breakfast at home.  Is your mouth watering yet?  It wasn’t long before I needed a nap from all the sugar.

I am one lucky gal to have a man who loves to cook for me.  I hear it all the time from friends who aren’t as pampered.  When Jim travels I either eat out with friends or stay at home with a bowl of popcorn.  True story.  Or, and I don’t mean to brag, well maybe a little, he prepares a few meals for me for the days he will be away.  I KNOW, RIGHT!

On Monday, we became Pod People – Keurig Coffee dispenser owners.  I fought it hard for many reasons; the cost of the pods seems unreasonable, the wastefulness of the pods, and the way I drink coffee – I like to add half a cup of coffee at a time and drink it burning hot.  I learned while staying at a friend’s home during a visit to Maine, that I don’t have to use the pods, I can use my own coffee (comes with a filter for that) and I can brew as little as half a cup at a time.  Being the decisive person that I am, here we are, three years later with a Keurig.  I LOVE IT!

The days still come with work and responsibilities but I am up early to water my plants and tend my vegetable garden.  I go to bed early to read for an hour or two before falling asleep.  I just finished When Breath Becomes Air about the writer, Paul Kalanithi, a neurosurgeon and his battle with cancer.  I found it an interesting perspective on critical illness.

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Quote:  Great things come out of being hungry and cold. Once you’re pampered, you get lazy. Rob Zombie