What Does CDF Mean?

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me is to start my coffee, feed the cats and feed he who is not named yet. I considered Herman, a generally accepted name for sourdough starters in the United States but think Indiana Jones might be more exciting. Yeah, IJ sort of rings a bell. The last thing I do is set out our medicines and vitamins for the day unless I took care of it the night before. It’s like a dance.I was hardly into the kitchen this morning when Dennis came in and asked me, “Is that my coffee?” I said no. He wanted to move in on my routine and I shooed him out and told him to go sit in the living room. I’d get his coffee going shortly.I guess it takes all of 20 minutes to do all that stuff, sometimes longer, like this morning when I moved to the corner counter and stopped. I forgot what I was doing there. It took a few seconds for me to remember all I wanted was a paper towel to wrap my coffee grounds in. That didn’t used to happen but is just something that has come upon me in the last several years because of getting old.So, finally, everything was done.Normally, I stand at the counter to drink half of my coffee because I always like chocolate creamer with it. As time has passed, I have ended up putting in a goodly amount. Enough so that my coffee doesn’t fit completely in my cup. Like I said, normally that doesn’t matter because I’ll drink enough of my coffee standing at the counter to make way for the coffee that didn’t fit. Today, that didn’t happen because Dennis surprised me by getting up so soon after I got up.I put my extra coffee in a glass so that I could start his coffee. See, we have a small coffee pot. It makes 4 cups of coffee. You need to make 4 cups of coffee in the coffee maker to fill up any one of our mugs. Plus, Dennis likes 3 scoops of coffee and I like 2. So, you see why we make coffee twice and why we don’t share a pot of coffee. I think the people wh

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o make coffee machines think everybody drinks out of 4-ounce cups. Or they are Lilliputians.So, here sits my extra coffee in a drinking glass while I prepared to make Dennis’ for him. He asked me, indicating the coffee in the glass, “Is that for me?” That’s when I said, “No, that is CDF. Coffee Displacement Factor. My coffee. I’m making yours right now.”We were pleased to have another set of initials to add to our secret language. Some of our other long-standing phrases are, “What’s the BP for D?” That is, “What’s the big plan for dinner?” To which the answer is, “LO’s” which is leftovers. Or SFY which means, “Shift for yourself.”Another standby is, “What’s the BP for the ROD?” That means, “What is the big plan for the rest of the day?” He would ask me since I am the Chief, a nickname given to me by one of our friends. It is short for chief financial officer. We call Dennis, “D Dude”. Or sometimes just D.Another is used when somebody has a booger stuck in their nose and we are in mixed company. I will say, “You have a B in your RN.” Translated this is, “You have a booger in your right nostril.” The problem with getting older is not only do your ear and eyebrow hairs start to grow wildly, but your nose hairs do too.A well-groomed elderly person ought to scootch up to the bathroom mirror periodically and inspect wild hair placement before they go out somewhere. This does not happen at our house so much. I forget and don’t go out much anymore anyway, so it almost doesn’t matter. As we age our prominent facial hair also goes white. Not uniformly white, but in spots where symmetry does not matter. This presents a problem with nose hairs because a long white clump of them might appear at first glance to be a massive booger.Yeah, please get on that.And thanks for reading. Enjoy your beverage of choice.</article></body>

Our Secret Code

First cup of coffee in the morning. Photo by Clay Banks on Unsplash

My husband and I have had a long history of speaking to each other in initials. It started a long time ago with the first one. It was ILY which is, “I love you.” Then, TM was added to that which meant, “This many.” You’d wiggle your fingers madly to indicate how many times you loved the other person. We use it to this day, not so much the TM part, though if we write notes to each other sometimes there will be a whole lot of dots on the paper after the ILY part. That means this many.

For many years I would make him lunches to take to work and would occasionally include a short note. Most times they were just silly things, but I think he liked it. That had come about after we went through a period of time when we both worked long hours at our separate jobs, and it seemed the only way we were communicating for a time was with large post-it notes on the bathroom mirror. Luckily, we moved, and our commutes were shortened.

So, CDF came to life this morning when Dennis got up shortly after I did. I’d gone into the kitchen to feed my sourdough, which I haven’t named yet. Time will tell if he gets off his ass and does something. I’m on day 6 and haven’t seen more than ¼ inch growth each day. It should be doubling each day after feeding. Yesterday I started feeding him twice a day, so hopefully he will put on some happy pants and do something other than just lay like a splayed-out frog in the glass jar.

Anyway, the morning routine for me is to start my coffee, feed the cats and feed he who is not named yet. I considered Herman, a generally accepted name for sourdough starters in the United States but think Indiana Jones might be more exciting. Yeah, IJ sort of rings a bell. The last thing I do is set out our medicines and vitamins for the day unless I took care of it the night before. It’s like a dance.

I was hardly into the kitchen this morning when Dennis came in and asked me, “Is that my coffee?” I said no. He wanted to move in on my routine and I shooed him out and told him to go sit in the living room. I’d get his coffee going shortly.

I guess it takes all of 20 minutes to do all that stuff, sometimes longer, like this morning when I moved to the corner counter and stopped. I forgot what I was doing there. It took a few seconds for me to remember all I wanted was a paper towel to wrap my coffee grounds in. That didn’t used to happen but is just something that has come upon me in the last several years because of getting old.

So, finally, everything was done.

Normally, I stand at the counter to drink half of my coffee because I always like chocolate creamer with it. As time has passed, I have ended up putting in a goodly amount. Enough so that my coffee doesn’t fit completely in my cup. Like I said, normally that doesn’t matter because I’ll drink enough of my coffee standing at the counter to make way for the coffee that didn’t fit. Today, that didn’t happen because Dennis surprised me by getting up so soon after I got up.

I put my extra coffee in a glass so that I could start his coffee. See, we have a small coffee pot. It makes 4 cups of coffee. You need to make 4 cups of coffee in the coffee maker to fill up any one of our mugs. Plus, Dennis likes 3 scoops of coffee and I like 2. So, you see why we make coffee twice and why we don’t share a pot of coffee. I think the people who make coffee machines think everybody drinks out of 4-ounce cups. Or they are Lilliputians.

So, here sits my extra coffee in a drinking glass while I prepared to make Dennis’ for him. He asked me, indicating the coffee in the glass, “Is that for me?” That’s when I said, “No, that is CDF. Coffee Displacement Factor. My coffee. I’m making yours right now.”

We were pleased to have another set of initials to add to our secret language. Some of our other long-standing phrases are, “What’s the BP for D?” That is, “What’s the big plan for dinner?” To which the answer is, “LO’s” which is leftovers. Or SFY which means, “Shift for yourself.”

Another standby is, “What’s the BP for the ROD?” That means, “What is the big plan for the rest of the day?” He would ask me since I am the Chief, a nickname given to me by one of our friends. It is short for chief financial officer. We call Dennis, “D Dude”. Or sometimes just D.

Another is used when somebody has a booger stuck in their nose and we are in mixed company. I will say, “You have a B in your RN.” Translated this is, “You have a booger in your right nostril.” The problem with getting older is not only do your ear and eyebrow hairs start to grow wildly, but your nose hairs do too.

A well-groomed elderly person ought to scootch up to the bathroom mirror periodically and inspect wild hair placement before they go out somewhere. This does not happen at our house so much. I forget and don’t go out much anymore anyway, so it almost doesn’t matter. As we age our prominent facial hair also goes white. Not uniformly white, but in spots where symmetry does not matter. This presents a problem with nose hairs because a long white clump of them might appear at first glance to be a massive booger.

Yeah, please get on that.

And thanks for reading. Enjoy your beverage of choice.