Ironic Coffee

The serendipity of making my morning coffee in this pot today is odd. My big coffee pot decided this morning that it needs to be cleaned, and won't make me my java until I do that.

But I need it now, of course, to follow my morning ritual of taking a go cup with me as I walk Jack. So what do I have to pull out of my cupboard? Why this, my first coffee maker, given to me by my Swiss friend P-A way back in 1983.

It still makes great coffee, despite being on the shelf for decades. I don't remember when I used it last; but ironically, I needed it the morning I leave for Switzerland.

Co-ink-i-dink? I don't think so!