My grandfather (see left) (who is neither a retiree or a farmer (he prefers the term rancher)) is no exception. His coffee time has become my quick savior while working from my grandparents home. It is the only real avoidance I take throughout the day of my true responsibilities; the endless emails, phone calls, and irate clients (who have not listened to a single suggestion). This time period allows me to see life as a simpler thing- one where the day starts before sunup and chores end when the sun goes down. It's easier and harder at the same time. This place- this time brings me back to my roots, the standards and beliefs that I was raised on and have brought me to the over-worker, hardworking person I am today.
Grandpa always plays dice at coffee. They shake for coffee and treat. They shake for the pot, (one quarter or $1.00) at a time. He puts me in and I almost always walk away with more than I came with which isn't hard because it's a hot day in a Minnesota February when I carry cash in my wallet. It happens but it is really rare.
This time there was a triple pot one of the shakers was laughing really uncontrollably. Hilarious.