I’m off today because I work tomorrow. So right now I am in my pajamas drinking my delicious “stove coffee” (my electric coffeemaker died in its sleep) and watch the cleaning lady sweep my porch 400 times.
Through the blinds, of course — I’m not a creep.
I swear, she has been out there for fifteen minutes. Maybe she has some kind of attraction to spider plants. Nobody has more spider plants than I do. Maybe she’s just admiring my garden. Well, our janitors certainly work hard– if she wants to chill in somebody’s garden in the shade for a few minutes, then more power to her. And if she’s going to deal with the random lawn clippings the landscaping crew left me, then all the better.
I guess. But I wish I could be out there enjoying my garden…
recipe for stove coffee:
measure grounds into paper filter as normal. tie shut with kitchen string (or whatever, depending on desperation). fill saucepot with usual amount of water; boil. add “coffee bag” and simmer for another minute or two. remove from heat and let steep for five minutes, dunking and swishing occasionally. pray for a new coffee pot / the electricity to come back on / your eventual return to civilization.