Sad, Silent Coffee Machine

Eldest daughter and her family have been staying with us, on and off, for the past month.  This has not created any space continuum inconvenience to The Car Guy and I – The Red House is more than large enough (because it is the same house we raised a squabble of teens in). Two extra adults and two teenagers  – we left it to them to jostle for prime real estate to set up their internet command stations.

Our kitchen is spacious. It is more than capable of handling the extra cooks. The biggest difference was that the fridge filled and emptied on a daily, rather than weekly basis. Oh, and the dishwasher was often pressed into service twice a day.

But the workhorse, no, the single most essential appliance in the house, was the Coffee Machine. These people are fueled by liquid caffeine.

This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion… From that moment on, everything becomes agitated. Ideas quick-march into motion like battalions of a grand army to its legendary fighting ground, and the battle rages. Memories charge in, bright flags on high; the cavalry of metaphor deploys with a magnificent gallop; the artillery of logic rushes up with clattering wagons and cartridges; on imagination’s orders, sharpshooters sight and fire; forms and shapes and characters rear up; the paper is spread with ink – for the nightly labor begins and ends with torrents of this black water, as a battle opens and concludes with black powder.
– Honoré de Balzac, The Pleasures and Pains of Coffee –

Yesterday morning, The Car Guy and a very full Jeep transported the Daughter and her family to the airport to catch the first flight of many. They are starting a ten month, round the world adventure.

This morning it is eerily quiet and cold here at The Red House. The Coffee Machine hasn’t even been turned on, so after I photographed it I added the message I expect it would want to send to the coffee drinkers who have left it behind.

 coffee maker

The fridge door has only opened twice. The stack of dishes on the counter is hardly noticeable. The bathrooms are unoccupied – there is no water running. There are no voices chatting, no tap, tap, tap on multiple keyboards.

The weather has suddenly turned, and after months of dry heat, it is raining. Yesterday it was still summer. Today it is fall.

Missing the family, but life goes on…
Looking on the bright side, the Internet is a lot faster now that only two of us are connected…

16 thoughts on “Sad, Silent Coffee Machine

  1. Thanks! We’ve been traveling for the last 20 or so hours but now reality is setting in. We will miss the two of you a lot. Thanks for putting up with our noise, mess and ‘interesting’ language for so many weeks. It is greatly appreciated. G.
    Ps awesome photoshop edit!


    1. It was a delight to have you all here – reminded me so much of those summers at the cabin! We will miss you all the more for having spent this much time together.

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  2. Sounds like it was a fun and busy month. What an exciting time for the family to be traveling around the world. I’m sure they will cherish this time forever. Take care and look forward to hearing about their travel.


    1. Christie will be diligent about updating her blog, complete with her YouTube videos! I think we are going to feel like we are traveling with them.


    1. Yes, our coffee maker was absolutely delighted to be running full tilt every morning! It hasn’t been this busy since it lived at the cabin in the summer time. It hasn’t complained about living at the Red House though, as it was one of the few appliances that didn’t get destroyed when the cabin flooded in 2013.

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  3. We are housing two grown kids right now and I sure wish I could send them around the world. they come in at the most awkward times and eat the last of things without replacing it or telling us. Do they ever grown up?


    1. Sometimes I don’t think I’ll ever grow up, so I don’t have really high expectations for my kids… Having said that, two of my grown kids have teenagers now, and it is fun to see them experience that aspect of parenting.


  4. And the adventure begins……. kind of neat to watch our offspring creating new memories with their kids. Don’t you love the technology that allows us to share their special moments? Our generation had to develop film before we could share the memories!


    1. Yes, digital photography sure has changed how quickly we can see where we’ve been, and share it with the family!
      The ability to stay connected is quite remarkable, though I still can’t ever seem myself lugging around a smart phone 24/7. I’m lucky if I can remember to keep it charged up .25/7…


  5. That sounds like a lot of fun! I did have to grin about the coffee…..I have two daughter in laws who take their coffee very seriously….they too are fueled by it. As for me….give me my morning cup of tea.
    It was so much fun to read about your houseful.


    1. Yes, it was a fun, but intense few weeks around here!
      I don’t drink coffee at all, nor tea, but I really do like the smell of coffee in the morning – fortunately.

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  6. This is a wonderful yet bittersweet ‘ode to the coffee machine’
    The activity in a home when family gets together brings a house a live.
    The silence afterwards can almost be deafening.
    Sounds like a magnificent and fun visit. I wish them well on their world adventure. 😀


    1. You are right, E.C. The silence is a bit much, but fortunately there are piles and piles of bedding and towels to wash, so I’ve got the sound of the washer and dryer to listen to!

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