I remember the first cup of coffee I ever drank. I was 12 and with a friend in my kitchen. She showed me how she fixed coffee for herself when she drank one with her grandpa, she was 16. She mixed a little bit of coffee with her milk and sugar.
Coffee is the first love of my life. I am the coffee lover that would go get a latte every morning when I was in high school. I’d pull up in my teal Geo Prism and Bob would start making my latte. By the time I’d get to the register and have a bit of a chat, it was ready. People would complain when I’d bring it into the cafeteria before school. I always thoughts their angst and lack of respect for the glorious bean smelled much worse.
I’m passionate about it. I talk about it with people, I keep up with trends. I want to start roasting coffee still and I see no reason why I can’t do that on the boat. I’m not someone that will stab someone if I don’t have it, although I have a coffee mug that would make you think differently.
This morning, I awoke to a drip on my head. I’d been avoiding having my head in that particular spot above the hatch because I noticed this occurrence last night. It started really raining on the windy day and I went around looking for leaks then. There aren’t too many, but some need to be addressed. I think the one that woke me up this morning is first. I’d like to think it’s a matter of cleaning out the seals around the hatches and checking the insulation. Fingers crossed.
I got up and poked around a bit in the tiptoe fashion people do when someone else is sleeping. In my efforts, I made exactly twice as much accidental noise by trying to make twice as much intentional silence.
I noticed water under the coffee grinder and chased the puddle to the window/hatch that originally got messed up when we took her out for the first time. It started under that window somehow, dropped down the wall, and onto the counter. It then rolled 6 inches away under the coffee grinder. Right toward the place next to the counter edge/halfwall that I’d had a fun time cleaning the mold and mildew from a few days before. Still kinda working on it. I’d already calculated that I wanted to replace these ‘window flippy things’. It was the first thing in my Airtable. A search of Google for this has after weeks still come up with nothing, so strange that Google can’t understand taht. Now I want to setup cameras to see these leaks form so I can troubleshoot.
My original intent was to go into the kitchen and make coffee. I’ve heard that tasks sometimes don’t happen like that on a boat. You go to do something and you return with a new project. Don’t lift anything, move anything, or mess with anything unless you want to reveal another thing to add to the list. Or if you must, make sure to document it, prioritize it so you don’t end up the mast detail cleaning with a toothbrush while you have a hole in the hull and are taking on water. Focus on the priorities.
Repeated statement to self: Back away from the toothbrush/thing that will make things pretty not functional and go focus on the priority/functional thing.
So I made coffee. for. the. first. time. I left the lid off the kettle (…) so there was a lot of steam (*&^%) in the galley when I came back down. It gave me a chance to wipe the steam off of the windows with the flippy things. Damn they are dirty. Everything is so dirty.
I put the water into the pre-warmed french press. I couldn’t find a metal one with a window to see when the grounds drop, so I’ll just have to live with timing. Life is so hard.
I continued wiping up the condensation from the windows, then pressed the coffee and poured a gloriously chocolate stream into my anxiouxly awaiting biodegradable disposable cup because we don’t have full-time galleyware yet.
I brought my hand-scalding cup to the pilot house to write this. Now, I’m going to go back down to get a refill, but have to focus so I don’t add to the list.
At least until I finish my coffee(s).