Ouch, it’s hot, but tastes great.
Even before my brother dragged my butt out here to the ranch, I had occasionally made use of this kind of a simple device. Now, it is the only coffee maker I have. A couple of years ago, I had managed to drag, unbroken, my Bodum French Press back here which wasn’t greeted well by mom. It went back to Colorado.
Over the past couple of weeks, we’ve had close 4 inches of rain, which makes the only dirt road through the place, at times, muddy. As I was finally drifting off to sleep, last night, I noticed flashes of lightning through the window, but this morning the landing and sidewalk are dry. In a little bit mom will be coming out to make breakfast, as my 81 year old mother insists on doing. While she’s doing that I’ll pull my boots on to both check the rain gage and let her cat, Tinker Bell, out. Who knows, I may even be able to trudge out across the pastures to look things over.