I have a screw loose! That happened this morning when I tried to make my first cup of coffee. It’s one of those deals where you put the coffee into a glass container, then pour boiling hot water into it and on top of the coffee grounds; then you press down a spring-loaded handle until the water is squeezed out of the grounds. It makes a muddy cup of coffee, it’s okay: it’s not perfect: it’s not Starbuck’s quality, but coffee all the same.
This morning the whole thing came apart and when I tried to figure out how to put it all back together, with the spring and the filter, etc….It was missing a tiny screw. It may be tiny and insignificant, but my future here in this house with coffee depends on that little screw. It wasn’t on the floor or the counter; and I even tried to wade a bit through the garbage, until I told myself to stop that!
I went down to the town to the grocery store and showed the manager what I needed. She couldn’t help me but tried to find the words to tell me where a car repair shop is located, and where I could possibly get some help.
Then I walked catty-cornered to the Grill and ordered lunch. It was a crepe, stuffed with rice, corn and cheese and a salad. While sitting there, a table full of workmen sat next to me, and while I couldn’t understand a thing they were saying, I realized how laughter is universal. They could have been joking about me for all I know, but their laughter made me feel good.
After lunch I showed Hulda the part of the coffee part I needed to fix with a little screw, and she also told me about the car repair shop.
So I’ll go there tomorrow and see what they can do. Meanwhile, today is a holiday and most everything is closed, including schools, post office, town offices, etc. I asked four people what the holiday was all about and no one new the answer. “It has something to do with Easter,” Hulda said.