Friday, November 12, 2010


When I still worked at the Indian restaurant, I would always have my tea tray on the counter to my left.
A porcelain pot, two or three canisters, plus a cup and saucer.
Life is SO much more civilized with a spot of tea, don't you think?

Especially when the exhaust from the beer refrigerator is blowing a constant stream of hundred degree heat into your legs - you are sweating bucketloads (especially on hot days), and there are interesting rashes developing right around your kneecaps.
Your socks are soggy from the excess perspiration.

Yes, a spot of tea (or several pots full) definitely add to one's quality of life at that point.

A few years later at the computer company I also had my tea tray. A few of us would regularly have a hot cup in mid-afternoon. It made living with moronic management so much more 'manageable'. This was, you understand, after the Southern Californians had bought the company and were running it into the ground. They didn't know what they were doing, and they didn't understand tea.
That last item betrayed a grievous moral failing on their part.

When I was a teenager, I had a tea tray on my desk. I'm not sure whether it improved my homework in the evenings, but I sure had a fine time studying. I was probably wired to the eyebrows for much of that time.
Being wired to the eyebrows, as the Mochachino generation has since discovered, add's to one's quality of life. Chain-brand Mochachino, however, demonstrates a grievous moral failing on their part.
They should really drink tea.

Spent most of the eighties wired to the eyebrows, too.
No moral failings to report during those years.


This weekend, I am intent on purchasing some fine porcelain teacups and saucers. It is time to revive a tradition, namely the quiet evening with a book, a nice cup of tea, and cookies.
Savage Kitten and I still drink tea, of course. That never stopped. But the idea of simply relaxing with a book, a cuppa, and a cookie or two, fell by the wayside over the years.

[Savage Kitten and I live together, even though we're no longer a couple. We lead our own lives, but we both enjoy hot beverages and quiet times with our books at the end of day. Why not add a note of comfort?]

I shall buy THREE different cups and saucers.

One for Savage Kitten.

One for me.

And the third one as an optimistic forward looking statement. Still haven't found the individual who will be drinking out of it yet, but I'm sure someone will turn up when the time is right.
She'll be a person who enjoys a quiet evening with a good book, a cup of tea, and cookies.

She may have to fight the monkey and the headsheep for the cookies, so just in case, there WILL be plenty of extra cookies.

Please don't allow those two creatures to snag any of your tea - they're already wired to the eyebrows. They're always like that. They never grew up.
And they have moral failings.

By the way, I have quite a number of trays and teapots, so different kinds of tea are possible.
English or Chinese black, semi-fermented, a nice white chicken crown from Chekiang province, some greens ......
Your own cup. Your own pot. And your own cookies.

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Anonymous said...

Have you pondered the wisdom of a "rebound"girlfriend? All fun, brief, perhaps ninety day duration. For that brief a healthful romance, it wouldn't,t even matter if she were a tipsy, red hot Fillipina shoe obsessed shopper, as long as she didn't,t talk about it, eh? Have you ever hear the slang word, "spinner"?

REverend Jimmy-Joe

The back of the hill said...

Well, I've indeed speculated about it. But the complications that would undoubtedly ensue prevent me from going that route.
Besides, any woman who might interest me would have to be someone who might interest me. The alternative could be a ghastly mess.

They are a plague said...

avoid spinners.
That's it.

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