Man of the House called me on my commute yesterday to advise me of a small domestic tragedy. The nearly 50 year old Farberware coffee percolator Mom had given me quietly stopped working. It has been a faithful morning companion, cheerfully perking coffee every day. My mother gave it to me because I was disgusted with the short lifespans of my coffeemakers, several not even lasting a year.
I shared the story with my bus seatmate. Tim is a kindred spirit who proudly covers his bed with 40 year old woolen blankets and eats with the silverware his parents got as a wedding gift in 1957 so he understood my sadness. We agreed that having such long time companions adds a sense of continuity and history to our lives. He suggested that the coffeepot be turned into a flowerpot in my garden.
But I am not ready to let go. When I got home I surfed the Net and found a resource for parts. Man of the House is going to take the little coffee pot apart this weekend and I am hoping that it just needs a new heating element. Maybe we can get another 50 years of service out of it. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
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