It came in with a lurk

My home has one door in the front and two in the back. We're not sure why there are two in the back. The basement may have been only accessible from the outside in the beginning hard to say. We've fitted one passage with a doggy door and cheap fence to stop my dogs from running away when they used it. The dogs are free to come and go as they please. So far as they stay in the fence, which is metal and around five feet tall. They can't jump over it or break through it. I'd like to think that I've made their lives so enjoyable in my home that they're not interested in digging under it, but it's just something that hasn't happened yet.

I'd been waiting for my Gevalia Kaffe Coffee Maker to arrive for some time. At one point we came home and there was a box on the front steps that was large enough to hold a human torso of average build. It was so large that putting a coffee maker inside of it would be a little silly. This I realize might only be an observation I would make as I work in a warehouse that repackages material in the most efficient way possible to save on shipping as per our corporate offices have suggested strongly that we do. Keely had however told me that there wasn't any way my coffee maker was in that box, so my view may not have been that unique.

That box on that day held the Ionic Pro Air Purifiers.

[okay - sanity break - I've been listening to the "FUCK Buttons" - and I can't take anymore. They started out clean techno or at least electronica and then went to overlaying weird ass machine generated noises over everything. I could have done with out that. They had a promising name and polished sound but then they shit on it, probably for the sake of being different. (I've always wondered if bands like that really ever listened to their music after they make it.) At this point I'm gonna say that I hate the Fuck Buttons.]

[I've now put on "Metro Area" - let's get back to this...]

Sunday afternoon, Easter, we've just came back from Keely's parent's house where Keely's mother had made us an excellent home cooked meal. We let the dogs out. This is a process we chalk up to habit, ritual, Pavlov and the mentality of animals or the lack of intelligence there of. They have a doggy door, they can come and go as they please. When we get home we need to walk them to the back door so they can go out.

While I'm back there I look out to watch there process and on the steps in the back, inside the dog kennel is a maroon box from Gevalia. It's wet and a little covered in snow. Shocked an amazed, I had no way to actually determine when it arrived. How long had it been here? None of that mattered now. I unboxed everything and it was all there just as it was promised. Insulated carafe, travel mug, coffee, coffee filters and maker.

Like a drug dealer handing out the wares for free Gevalia gave me everything I needed. I don't actually think the dealers give you anything to take their drugs that's all on your end. That's why coffee is better than crack.

My only complaint is that my ghetto house with it's hand made 1920's kitchen cabinets don't give enough clearance for my coffee pot. I have to sit it on my convertible dishwasher which is waiting for a kitchen remodel so that I can properly convert it.

[Metro - I am not in the mood for this either. Hangovers may not be very excepting of house.]

[Just put on the Kills, um we'll see.]

So I set it up to automatically start at 4:25am five minutes before my alarm goes off. This meant that there were five minutes of coffee brewing before I got out of bed and Max started going berserk in the kitchen. He'd never heard a coffee pot before. He's my big protector of the mundane. I wonder how many mornings will proceed like this until he learns that it's okay, the Coffee pot is welcome in my home and not going to hurt anyone?

I've made my first pot. It's been so long since I made coffee like this in my home that I didn't know how much to use. I bought the Columbian grounds and read the manual which told me that for strong European style I should use 12 scoops for every pot. I used 10 scoops and it seems a little strong to me. I'm used to the prepackaged bags of Columbian at work which make roughly 96 ounces if I'm doing my math right. It makes the coffee directly into a insulated thermos. If was watching my stuff correctly this morning I think my insulated carafe might hold almost as much.

And so the substance abuse begins again.