Smirking for coffee
I just spooned some demerara sugar
into a highball glass which is essentially a typical drinking glass with a
thick base, straight-up sides, and probably about 2.5 inches or about 8
centimetres tall. I smirked and sniggered at the quirky things I have done, as the sugar was meant for a coffee mug.
The kettle was just switched on, the
routine of making instant coffee rather than tea that used to be my comfort
beverage for the morning. As soon as I noticed, I took my big mug out of the
sink, poured out the water, and tipped the sugar out of the glass into the mug
before adding a teaspoonful of instant coffee. I stick to NESCAFÉ® Original
Instant Coffee, whatever the cost.
Sometimes, I make filter coffee and
for that, I would set up my milk frothing machine as it is never really right with ordinary
milk or evaporated milk which is a holdover from my time in the Netherlands
where they use coffee milk, a creamier full-fat milk for coffee.
Interestingly, some consider
coffee a drug, I have heard a preacher boast about never tasting alcohol or
coffee, maybe it is an abomination to others, but I do like the taste of coffee
even as my mother has tried to prevail upon me to ditch both coffee and sugar.
It doesn’t work for her; it works for me.
And this is funny
I have put it all down to quirks, nothing
to concern myself too much about since I might have done many of these things
before, and this is not a result of aging. Forgetting I already have my
glasses on, I attempt to put on the spare only to realise I could not.
Wearing an undervest back-to-front and that slight constriction at the neck is
an alert to it.
The other day, I had a jumper on, then
a jacket, but before donning my overcoat for the cold outdoors, I reached for another
jacket and my arm went down a sleeve, it felt too tight. Very funny, I
surmised inwardly. You do not need another jacket on.
I might say my name, but I do not call
myself names for doing silly things. I guess what matters is being aware of
things rather than forgetting and being observed by someone else like Brian who
still ribs me no end about when I did the glasses skit. Living with your quirks is just
one way of being able to make fun of yourself.
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