Rhonda’s love for coffee is rooted deep in prairie soil. It was at the restaurant in which she worked as a teen, washing dishes and waiting tables, that the magic happened. One day she paired some fresh, hot coffee with a homemade donut, and she was hooked.
Since then, the morning cup of coffee has been a happy part of her daily routine. She asserts that staying caffeinated has kept her rowdy, dirt-smearing, burping, food furnaces (aka sons) alive.
“You know, in the animal kingdom they eat their young,” she notes with a shake of her curly head, “but drinking coffee calms me down. All of a sudden, I’ll see the ‘funny’ in their latest tricks, and so they live to tell about it. It’s like a miracle.”
In Rhonda’s lexicon, “coffee” is an action word. She defines it like this.
cof-fee (v.) – to caffeinate in the company of one or more friends; soothing and consoling one’s shattered nerves with heavy dosing of this hot beverage
For her, it’s a year-round sport. In the winter, she participates in her living room by the light of a lamp, often with a candle aflame nearby. In the summer, you will find her out on the beloved BOS (Bright Orange Swing), watching the rising sun and listening to the songs of the birds.