Welcoming our Newest Family Member

You may have met my Mr. Coffee some time ago. He’s become an indispensable member of the family. But once we moved, my relationship with him became a bit… well, strained.

See, our new house has two floors and my office is upstairs. Kitchen, coffeemaker, and coffee supplies? All downstairs. And where do I actually drink most of my coffee? Yep, in my office. Upstairs.

No problem, right? I can carry a mug of coffee up a flight of stairs as well as the next person. The first day I went up to work after breakfast, I poured a fresh cup and did just that.

Now, I always start my day with some time in the Bible, so I set the mug on the side table next to my armchair, settled in, picked up my Bible and journal, opened the journal to the next blank page, found my place in my Bible, jotted down what passage I was reading… and took a sip of coffee.

It was barely warm.

Yeah, I know… talk about your “first-world problems,” but… what could have gone wrong?

I put my stuff on the side table and retraced my path to investigate, reheating the coffee in the microwave while I was downstairs.

See, the coffee station and microwave are along the front wall of the house. The bottom of the staircase is toward the back (14 steps). You climb the stairs (18 of them–and no running with a full cup of coffee in hand!), ending up at the front of the house again. Then hang a U-turn, walk through the game room toward the back of the house (17 steps), and–poof!–there’s my office.

Waaay less than a mile from the microwave. But still….

What to do? I considered putting a microwave upstairs, but it would overwhelm the tiny counter space in the game room.

One day I tried loading the coffeemaker, taking it upstairs, and making the coffee there. Not too bad, but then I had all the paraphernalia, plus my hot-cocoa mix and sweetener, to take back downstairs and clean up. I couldn’t see doing that every day.

The spittin' image of Daddy Coffee...  only shaped more like a bagel.

The spittin’ image of Daddy Coffee…
only shaped more like a bagel.


What about a smaller, second coffeemaker to pour the auxiliary coffee into, and keep it hot upstairs? Naaah–more of the same maintenance issues.

Well, allow me to introduce my long-awaited solution: Mr. Coffee, Jr., the mug warmer!

This cute little guy plugs in (no batteries to deal with), has an “On” indicator light, and does a very credible job of warming the mug (thus living up to the term “mug warmer”). As long as I turn Junior on first, then go pour the coffee and preheat it to scalding in the microwave, and hustle upstairs without dawdling… I’m golden.

He seems very content and easygoing so far.

Knowing my history with appliances, though, I’m kind of dreading the day Junior hits the “terrible twos.”

Thanks for reading,
Janimg_7046

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To Feed a Child: Bestwa, Inc.

If you care about kids, you gotta love Bestwa (pronounced “best-way”), Inc. This non-profit works to provide food, medical care, education and hope to children in Liberia.

Brent and I had the opportunity last week to attend their annual benefit dinner. This group does an amazing amount of good with the resources entrusted to them.

Bestwa’s motto:

Building a path of opportunity for the children of Liberia

Building this path requires raising support to deal with these four urgent needs:

1. Food has been the first priority. Many children were starving; often suffering exploitation and dying from malnutrition-related disease. Bestwa now feeds 927 children — and counting — at three feeding stations. These before-and-since pictures of Felicia show what a difference a daily hot meal makes.

2. Health care is another serious issue. In Liberia, an easily-treated illness like strep is often a death sentence. The most common medicines are simply unavailable. Bestwa brings loads of donated life-saving medicines to Liberia.

3. School is a rare privilege for children in Liberia. Bestwa donors provide scholarships for kids like this uniformed boy to attend school.

4. A second aspect of Liberia’s health needs is the lack of prenatal and birthing care. The maternal mortality rate runs a horrifying 10%. Bestwa has been working to bring doctors and midwives to the rural areas they serve. Also, they are building a birthing center. Unlike the typical hospital, the Dennis Birthing Center will have electricity, real floors (rather than dirt), and running water.

This last photo says it all.

If you’d like to read more or would consider supporting Bestwa, you can visit their Facebook page or click here to go to their website, Bestwa.org.

Thanks for reading!
On behalf of the children,
Jan

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Fun in Washington

A week ago I was in Washington (the state), visiting my son’s family. Okay, I was visiting my two adorable grandchildren, but I love their parents too.

While Daddy was at work, the rest of us visited the playground…

How can those short little legs climb so many steps??

How can those short little legs climb so many steps?? Over and over and…

No, he didn't fall.... just making Mulch Angels.

No, he didn’t fall…. just making Mulch Angels.

… and went to “free play” at the gym…

No "motion blur" filter required... he actually IS a blur!

No “motion blur” filter required… he actually IS a blur!

Delicate balance!

Delicate balance!

All too soon it was time for Heather and the kids to take Grandma back to the airport. We stopped at Panera to indulge in a yummy breakfast and some selfies.
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I miss them all already. Hoping to go back soon!
Thanks for reading… and looking at Grandma’s pictures…
Jan

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How to Make Your Workout Benefit Somebody Besides Yourself

I was bicycling along one Saturday morning in the unseasonably warm sunshine, when it dawned on me: I have never told you all about Charity Miles.

What was I thinking??

Longtime cycling buddy René Guerra put me onto it last year. You download the Charity Miles app to your phone. Then, whenever you’re about to start a bike ride or run, or even a walk, you open the app…charity-miles-app

…and choose which of the many listed charities you’d like to support that day–here, for example, Alzheimer’s Association.
Then you tell it whether you’re on foot or on the bike…pick-a-charity

…and take off.start-walking-or-riding

The app tracks your distance and, for every mile you go, a corporate sponsor donates ten cents to the charity you chose. Every tenth of a mile earns one cent for your charity. Participating costs you nothing.

charity-milesNow, ten cents a mile may not seem like much, but if you do a five-mile run with eleven friends, that could send $6 to, say, Charity: Water or Habitat for Humanity. The same dozen people bicycling thirty miles would earn $36 for their charity/charities.

If you’re going to be out there anyway, why not leverage your workout to help someone else?

I thought you’d like to know.

Thanks for reading,
Jan

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Protein Shaken – Part 2

Police Drawing of the Suspect

Police Drawing of the Suspect

When last we left Jan, she was wiping splashed protein shake off her face and was about to clean up the (major) portion that had dripped behind the refrigerator.

Spill + 3 minutes: Step one– Pull the fridge out away from the wall.

Spill + 4 minutes: Step t–wait, I’m still tryna move the fridge.

Spill + 11 minutes: It simply wouldn’t budge. I looked everywhere for the user manual.

Spill + 18 minutes: I couldn’t find any manual, so I looked it up on LG’s website. The online manual showed how to do every possible thing you might ever want to do with a fridge…. EXCEPT move it.

Spill + 24 minutes: I got on phone with a very nice person at LG, who spoke pretty good English as long as she didn’t have to stray from the script.

Spill + 25 minutes: We had to stray from the script.

As near as I could tell, she was claiming that I first had to retract the wheels so that the feet, not the wheels, were touching the floor.

Spill + 32 minutes: The LG lady wasn’t familiar with the term “counter-intuitive.”

Besides, I couldn’t even see the wheels OR feet, because a handy rubbery barrier like a giant squeegee blocked my view. You couldn’t get too mad, I guess, since it probably saved hundreds of green peas and blueberries from rolling under there and going bad.

Spill + 1 hour, 13 minutes: Brent came home.

Spill + 1 hour, 14 minutes: Brent wished he hadn’t come home.

Spill + 1 hour, 27 minutes: Brent somehow figured out how to get those stupid wheels to turn.

By the time we got the fridge rolled forward enough to clean behind it, I figured the shake mix would’ve dried up and I’d have to sort of chip it off the wall and floor. Not so… the protein had coagulated into wet, sticky, dark brown clots.

My kitchen floor looked like a violent-crime scene with dust bunnies.

That happened about a year ago, and I’m still having flashbacks.

I can assure you, though, that every time I serve up a scoop of protein-shake powder, I turn well away from the blender before re-closing the bag.

Your turn: Have you ever made a minor mess that turned into a colossal cleanup job? Do you have any hints for cleaning off fake blood clots? Do you have to keep your blender and your refrigerator separated? I’d love to see your comments in the “Leave a Reply” box at bottom.

Thanks for reading,
Jan

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Protein Shaken – Part 1

Seriously, I still can’t find an honest appliance anywhere. And if they’d only cooperate, I could really use their help with my fitness goals.

See, I don’t mind being kind of matronly, but I don’t want to overdo it. So not only do I exercise, but I also try to go easy on my beloved carbs and take in more protein instead. I rely on my bullet blender for a smooth protein shake.

img_7002Protein shake powder? Great. Especially in chocolate.

Recloseable press-and-seal zipper bag? Wonderful.

Zipping the bag closed while standing right next to a bullet-blender cup full of protein powder, ice, and water?
NOT cool.

One night I was fixing a shake and had set the ice-and-water-filled blender cup on my postal scale to measure the powder.

Turns out, the postal scale and the bullet blender are in cahoots.

Gripping one end of the bag with my left hand, I used my right to pinch the zipper closed. I did this by getting it started and then squeezing while pulling my right hand across the top, away from my left. Everything was fine until somehow my right hand slipped off the shiny bag.

The sudden release caused me to backhand the plastic blender cup right off the scale. It arced through the air, slammed into the side of the fridge, bounced off, landed on its feet on the countertop… and fell over backward from surprise. The cold, blackish-brown, sloshy, powdery contents were running off the edge of the counter and dribbling down behind the refrigerator before I could finish pointlessly yelling “NOOOOOOOooooo!”

I sighed and set the nearly-empty blender cup back on its feet.

Clearly, I had some mopping up to do.

A pain in the neck, but at least mopping is simple enough…. right?

NEXT TIME: Part 2, in which even the refrigerator joins in the mutiny. (Click to jump straight to the post)

Thanks for reading!
Jan

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