Well, How Do You Like Them Apples?

11 Nov
Too cool not to immortalize.

Too cool not to immortalize.

I headed out the door at about 6:00 on Sunday evening to bring a cup of hot coffee to my husband who was burning brush in the back yard. He’d been out for hours, and, despite the heat from the fire, I knew that he’d welcome the hot, thick, coal-black brew that I personally wouldn’t drink unless I was forced to by a fire-breathing dragon.

And even then I’d choke and gag.

I wasn’t wearing gloves – a foolish decision in the 30 degree Fahrenheit temperatures with wind gusts up to 40mph – so I held the covered coffee mug tightly and cherished the leaking warmth. Then I felt my pocket vibrate and, being the normal American cellphone addict, I had to check to see who was getting in touch with me on my lemon-yellow phone.

I reached one hand into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and saw though a haze of wind, cold, and tingling fingers, that someone from Freshly Pressed had tweeted about me on Twitter.

“What that heck?” I wondered, turning on the phone’s flashlight but not typing in my code to see the entire message. I got distracted right about then by the pitch black back yard and by my phone-holding hand which was quite cold especially when compared to my coffee-holding hand which was relatively toasty.

We have a big backyard. About 8 acres, with a meandering stream and lots of trees and grass that takes my husband 4 hours to mow, so as I traipsed back, following the glow of the fire, I forgot about the tweet I had received in my eagerness to get through all that blackness.

I reached my husband’s side. Handed over his coffee, gave him a kiss (while breathing in his smoky scent), and then said, “Oh! I think I might have been Freshly Pressed!”

“Really?” he asked in surprise. Not “I can’t believe that to be true” surprise but pleasant, “Are you sure you’re not imagining things?” surprise.

He knows me quite well.

I pressed the button on my phone, reread the partial message (“I think so, yes!” I said in a very happy tone.), coded in my ultra secret number, pressed the Twitter app, pressed “messages” and there, to my delight (and proving that I was a conclusion-jumper) it was proven to be true.

“I’ve been Freshly Pressed!”

The cows in the neighboring field were not impressed.

But I was.

Thank you so much to all of you new followers! I shall strive to not disappoint.

And to all of the rest of you who have suffered from a lack of Epiphany posts of late, I promise to do better.

I’m back!

Horray!
freshly pressed

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8 Responses to “Well, How Do You Like Them Apples?”

  1. Minnesota Prairie Roots November 11, 2014 at 2:53 pm #

    So, so deserving, Gretchen. You know I am one of your most enthusiastic fans. You can write, girl, and absolutely should have been FreshlyPressed for your Berlin story. Well done.

    Great to have you back here blogging, too. I’ve missed you.

  2. francisguenette November 11, 2014 at 7:31 pm #

    Congratulations, Gretchen 🙂 It is nice to see a post from you and hear the great news.

  3. Hotly Spiced November 11, 2014 at 8:58 pm #

    Seven hundred posts later and I have never been freshly pressed. Congratulations Gretchen as I believe this isn’t your first time either. I loved your Berlin story – it was so well written and so timely and gave a great incite into life when there was the East and the West – all just a part of history now xx

    • Gretchen O'Donnell November 12, 2014 at 6:29 am #

      I definitely don’t know the whole process of how they pick but are you on a regular WordPress site? Because that matters…

  4. Senatssekretär FREISTAAT DANZIG November 24, 2014 at 3:54 pm #

    Reblogged this on Aussiedlerbetreuung und Behinderten – Fragen.

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