I didn’t realize how important a cup of coffee could be until last week, when I accidentally threw away my reusable K Cup for my Keurig. It occurred to me one day recently that I was among the millions of people who thoughtlessly toss those little plastic cups into the trash which will take eons to disintegrate. They will outlast the earth itself. I can just picture those billions of plastic straws and K cups floating around forever, that is if they haven’t strangled some unsuspecting innocent animal.
I’ve been refusing plastic straws for months now and reusing plastic bags that have been forced upon me, recycling every piece of junk mail, cereal box, and every other carton or covering of all the products I use around the house. I had been feeling quite virtuous until I pulled myself up short and said, “What about all those little cups you’ve been blithely tossing in the trash?” And my recycling company does not list them as acceptable recyclables.
So I bought a very fancy gismo that is to take the place of those little villains. All went well until one day, when I scooped up a pile of paper bags, flyers, cartons, and envelopes that I had stacked up on the counter by the back door and carried them out to the recycling bin in the garage. The next morning, it appeared that my little plastic gismo was nowhere to be found, and I distinctly remembered rinsing it out and placing it on top of the coffee container, (another reusable plastic box) to dry. I searched all over the counter and concluded I must have accidentally picked it up with that pile of junk paper. There was nothing to do but go and dive into the recycle bin. Luckily, it had just been emptied that morning, so it wasn’t hard to search through. But since it is the size of a refrigerator, I tipped it over on its side and crawled in. No plastic gismo.
It took a few days to order another one from Amazon and get it delivered to my door, so I was reduced to drinking only tea and an old disposable K cup of decaff coffee, which I now know is pretty nasty, even with a healthy dollop of flavored creamer, and it does nothing to open my sleepy eyes after another night of insomnia.
So this morning, when I once again measured out that glorious real coffee into my special little gismo, I felt I had been given a gift. Since I had wakened early enough to do so, I even had a second cup. Oh, it’s the little pleasures in life that make you thankful, and they also make you more careful about keeping them in a safer place.
Speaking of keeping things in a safer place, the lost K cup was not the only disaster I caused last week. Somehow, (Well I know how, but it’s too complicated to explain here) my dumped a whole cup of tea into my lap top. Yep. Big mistake. At first, the speech went silent, especially when I rubbed the keyboard with a towel, trying to get as much liquid out as quickly as possible. Big mistake. But I let it dry out for a day, and after it quit pouting, it decided to talk again. I got down on my knees and thanked God. But God said, “Not so fast there, you careless tea-drinker.” The screen was completely toast. I’m told that there are now odd designs and shapes on display, but no intelligible words. So off to the computer store I was whisked. You might not hear from me for a while, since I don’t even know how to turn the thing on, let alone know where any of the keys are that I use. I think in the next few weeks, I’ll be switching from coffee and tea to something stronger.
Author of Insight Out: One Blind Woman’s View of Her Life and The Bumpy Road to Assisted Living A Daughter’s Memoir
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