He's Too Fast or I'm Too Slow

You'd think as long as Bob and I have been married we would have worked out all the marriage wrinkles, not. I hear people remark about a couple "they can finish each other's thoughts," not us. I've also heard a lot over the years about communication being the secret to a good marriage. I can tell you we've totally failed in the area of communication.

After 54 years you would think Bob would know how I like my coffee. He's a real sweetheart for trying but again, we've failed to communicate. Every morning I have a cup of coffee and a glass of ice water waiting by my chair when I come out of the bedroom. You can't ask for anything more dear than that can you? Well, yes you can, the coffee is always cold.

I decided I'd make another run at this communication thing. I suggested he was making my coffee too soon but he said I was spending too much time in the bathroom. So much for communication.
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I'm totally hooked on Donald Trump's Twitters, constantly checking to see if he's topped himself is fun. I'm enjoying it but I felt like I needed an interest I could sink my teeth into and I certainly don't want it to be him.

Reading everything from A-Z, as I'm prone to do, it finally began to dawn on me the country is in for another big transition as in, the New Deal in the 1930s, the Great Society in the 1960s, and the Reagan Revolution in the 1980s. We're overdue for one.

How exciting. Where will this take us? Which party will lead? What will happen to the two existing parties? Will we see new parties emerge? It's a lot of fun to think about.

Too Much

It's Christmas Eve morning and the coffee pot quits.  While those around me move into a state of emergency I'm remembering an earlier time when I warned Mr. Fixer-Upper we should get a new one as ours was, like us, perking awfully slow.  I was ignored.

Daughter is visiting so she's quick to begin a search on her iPad to find the nearest source of a new one.  Quickly she learns KEURIG coffee makers are apparently a popular gift this season.  The model we normally buy is sold out in stores all around us.  Only the more expensive models are available.  Soon she and Mr. Fixer-Upper are out the door to purchase a new one.

Soon I receive a phone call telling me black is sold out and would I prefer red or pearl.  This is an impressive piece of equipment but do we need all those bells and whistles?  I think not.

I'm thinking we could have avoided the extra expense, and a lot of effort, if Mr. Fixer-Upper-Upper had listened to me that day in November when I mentioned it was time to buy a new coffee maker.