We had a tea kettle. A small one. It sat on the stove and faithfully boiled up water for us (and for her for quite a few years before she met me) and then one day, like all tea kettles, it sprung a leak and had to be replaced.

There was one thing about this particular little kettle though—it didn’t make any noise while it was getting up to steam.

And I just wasn’t use to that.

Sure, when the little boiler did get it’s steam up, it whistled and screamed most satisfactorily, but it didn’t make all the creaking, popping and groaning while it was getting there from a dead cold start. The kind of noises that I was used to hearing from most tea kettles. Over the years of my life I found I could easily judge what the kettle was doing by those “I’m heating up” noises and most times could get out to the kitchen before it blew it’s whistle at me.

So now we have what you might call a “standard size”, stainless steel tea kettle that sits on the stove and when it’s filled in the morning and the flame is applied, it creaks, pops and groans in a most proper manner and every thing’s right again. My honey probably can’t understand why I feel this way. Like most intelligent, common sense type women (I wouldn’t have her any other way), she has a more practical nature than I do; “It boils water—so it works. You need more?”

And yes, I can certainly understand this. However, a man tends to have a need to “feel at home” and for me that requires having my wonderful lady by my side with all her marvelous stuff, our three cats, an aquarium full of overgrown fish, a house full of plants and a tea kettle that creaks, pops and groans, telling me that it’s doing it’s job in a proper manner.

Ah yes, sounds like it’s just about ready now. Have to have that morning coffee ya’ know.

Have a good day all.