As some of you may know from reading some of my previous writings, I am not particularly gifted with technology. Though our son tells me I know more than I think I do, often sophisticated things like computers and television remotes can befuddle me. As it turns out, there’s more technology in this world than I realized. Thank goodness Matt understands all this newfangled stuff!
Last week, I had yet another disaster with what I thought was a very simple machine — a coffee maker.
I’ve been making coffee since I was seventeen years old without mishap. That all changed about three years ago, when I entered a charity raffle and won a “pod” coffee maker. This wasn’t a K-cup type maker, but it did create single cups of coffee. You simply put water in the tank, plunked a little gauzy pod into the sleeve, and pressed a button. Thirty seconds later — coffee in your cup!
I fell in love with that coffee maker and our love affair went smoothly for about a year. Then, without so much as a goodbye, the coffee maker stopped working. Matt knew what was wrong, and fixed it temporarily, but soon it quit again. I did the smart thing and bought another one.
That one lasted about a month before it started making half cups of troubled water filled with grounds. Matt tried to repair it, but it was beyond assistance.
So we went back to our regular old coffee maker that makes a big pot. That means I make a small pot of regular for me in the morning, pour it into a carafe, and then make a pot of decaf for Matt. After my first two cups, I switch to decaf, too.
It was all going well until we stayed a hotel two weeks ago that had a single cup brewer. It was such a delight! Of course, I went straight out and bought a name-brand, single-cup brewing coffee machine.
It worked for one whole day. Then, it started giving me a digital message about 2 ounces into a cup that said “sorry, your brew was interrupted. Please lift the lid and try again.” Lifting the lid stopped the brew and wasted the cup.
After eight such attempts, I took the devil machine back to the store and pulled my old reliable coffee pot out of the cupboard. Technology didn’t stop with my coffee, though.
Recently, I tried to help my friend use her new vacuum cleaner. We plugged it in, turned it on, and 40 minutes later we had collected one or two dog hairs from her carpet. Of course, had we noticed the little button to push that indicated “carpet” rather than “attachments,” we might have done better. Between the vacuum and the coffee makers, though, I’m convinced my trouble stems from the fact that these new machines have little computers in them.
Fortunately for me, Matt usually rescues me from my technological woes. Yet another reason I am celebrating him this weekend!
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Sue is a retired public servant who volunteers at a local elementary school and Hospice and keeps busy taking care of house, husband, son, and pets. She lives just outside of Troy, Ohio.