Hi! Remember me? I don’t recall when I posted last because I’ve been binge watching The Boys, Travels With My Father, My Next Guest Needs No Introduction, and New Girl. Oh, and busy reading Glennon Doyle’s Untamed. A definite must read!
And I’ve been feeling a little bleh. Long story short, I haven’t felt like writing much lately.
Prior to neglecting my blog, I had thankfully started a draft about how nature tried to kill me. And I am going to tack on what happened to my tea kettle as appreciation for your patience (because I know you’ve been dying to catch up on what’s happening here).
So here you have it, nature’s failed assassination plot:
I spent my last four day weekend dipping my big toe into the world- more specifically, trying to drown myself in nature. I’m currently over being surrounded by civilization (although I do love/appreciate central air and heat and indoor plumbing).
A few Fridays ago, I met up with Cousin Maegan, for a long overdue visit to Pawnee Prairie Nature Trail. It had been months since I’d seen her, which, given the state of the world, is not surprising.
She likes to hike. I like to hike. So we decided to hike together because I am trying to slowly crawl out of my hole (but I really enjoy it here!).
For whatever reason, I was compelled to grab the straw hat I have permanently borrowed from Dad (I swear my father should be sainted just for putting up with me all of these years). I hadn’t worn “my” adventuring hat for a while- it was time to knock the dust off.
Maegan, Millie the Grey (Maeg’s pupper!), and I made our way into the woods. It was beautiful with all the trees, golden leaves falling, and water flowing along parts of the trail.
We’d pop in and out of the trees, but for the most part, we stayed hidden among them- which is how I like it. I have always had a deep love of trees and feel better in their presence.
Evidence of the seasons changing was everywhere. Halfway through our hike, something had fallen and jarred my hat.
…it was a walnut from one of the trees we were walking under.
I was startled, amused, and grateful I had listened to the silent nudge to wear my hat that day. CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW THE FALLING WALNUT WOULD HAVE FELT?!
Mother nature was out to get me, but my sixth sense had thwarted her- at least this time.
And all Maegan ended up with was a leaf down her shirt.
We made it through the rest of the hike in one piece. No more encounters with walnuts harboring murderous intent or bits of nature copping a feel.
Fast forward weeks later to me making my usual morning cup of tea.
I filled the kettle. Set it on the gas burner as I always do so it will get hot, angry, and loud. Much like me when I wake up, except I don’t have a literal fire under my ass.
I heard the screech of the kettle…and notice a smell when I walked into the kitchen. It wasn’t until I was pouring the water into my work mug that I noticed THE PLASTIC SPOUT COVER HAD MELTED!
WHO DOES THAT?! WHO MANAGES TO MELT THEIR KETTLE SPOUT?!
ME. I AM THAT PERSON!
To be fair, it had already had melted a little bit. BUT NOT THAT MUCH! Good lord!
The only thing I can think of is the gas flame was a little too high and a little too hot.
HOW WAS I GOING TO MAKE TEA NOW?! HOW WOULD I GET MY CAFFEINE FIX?!
The Keurig! Great thinking, Amber! Look at you go with that problem solving!
I added water. Popped in an empty re-usable Keurig pod, ran some water through a few times because we haven’t used it in ages, and eventually filled my mug with hot water.
NO! DISASTER NOT AVERTED!
The tea had a gross coffee-esque taste to it. Sigh. This was not good. Looks like the Keurig was a no go.
So I went with the only option left: searching Amazon for a new kettle.
My main priority was to find a kettle that I couldn’t melt. I stumbled upon one with a wooden spout and handle. WOOD DOES NOT MELT!
So I ordered it.
I mentioned this to my cousin and she laughed- reminding me that while wood doesn’t melt, IT CAN BURN!
…I didn’t think this through very well. In my defense, I made the mistake of shopping half asleep.
Since the new kettle won’t be here until next week, I’m making do with a small pan and the large glass measuring cup we have. In no way do I trust myself to not burn some part of me and/or make a mess pouring the boiling water into my mug- that’s where the measuring cup comes into play.
So far so good, but I am ready to have a functioning kettle again. One that won’t melt. Kind of wondering if this new guy will combust into flames, though.
…would definitely be a great time to make sure the smoke detectors are working.
More posts to come.