I was born in 1964 in a Brownstone on 10th street between 8th and 9th avenues. (665 10th Street to be exact)
When I turned five, we moved to Windsor and 9th; right above Bob’s Hardware. (1969, what a year that was in Sports, huh?)
In my late 20’s I moved from the avenue down to the new condo’s on the Park Side. (Thank you Ray Corbett)
I was there for a couple of years before moving to 11th avenue and Prospect. (Thank you Mary)
My wife and I then moved to East Lansing, Michigan. (Took us 14 hours, we had a van and a small trailer hitched on the back, thanks Marty Hogan)
We were in the same spot for the past 13 years – we finally found a very nice spot one mile away, which happens to be much bigger.
Moves can be stressful, especially if you have a child(ren) I wasn’t thinking much of it while schlepping boxes and furniture out of the old spot and into the new. I used it as a workout!
This morning was the second day here at our new address – I woke up before everyone else and needed coffee (I’m addicted). There’s two coffee shops within walking distance but I wanted to relax at the dining room table and write a blog entry. I found the red coffee maker, which happened to be on the counter, pulled out the milk from the fridge and grabbed a fresh new coffee mug from Starbucks (a house warming gift)
I opened up the bag of Starbucks coffee and was ready to get after it. (Why is it so hard to close these coffee bags?)
Standing in the kitchen looking around, I thought to myself, ‘something’s missing‘…THE SUGAR! Where’s the sugar? Damn, where is it? God dam sugar, where are you? (We can’t be out can we?)
Like a mad man I was going through every box in the kitchen like Junky Joe. Ripping things open, tossing things aside, making more noise than usual at 7:00AM. I even looked in the fridge! Who puts sugar in the fridge you dummy? The aroma throughout the house of the fresh coffee was driving me nuts. (Hope I don’t wake the fam)
The beeping noise our coffee maker ‘makes’ was going off like a truck backing up on the street, ‘beep, beep, beep’. I can’t drink coffee without sugar. Damn it! Should I throw on some sneakers and walk to one of the coffee shops and grab some packets of sugar? Nah, that would be weak.
Feeling frustrated and a bit perturbed I walked upstairs, nudged my wife where I found her sound asleep and asked her where she packed the sugar?
“In the Trader Joe’s bag on the counter.” she whispered.
I sprinted downstairs, found the sugar, scooped up a ton and tossed it in my mug. Last night we had Chinese food, so unable to locate a spoon, in order to stir my coffee I used chopsticks that were sitting on the counter (relax, I rinsed them off)
I’m a much better human after I have consumed some java.
The day can begin now!
(Sorry baby, didn’t mean to wake you but I was feigning.)