2842 Tasting Notes
To my fellow State-side tea drinkers, Happy Thanksgiving.
I’m having a slow morning, letting myself cuddle up with a cup of this tea, thinking about how much this year has show me how much I have to be thankful for.
The year has been painful and disorienting, but I am rich in friends, near and far, and the joys of my life are real and good. I am fortunate, and so glad.
And thank you, my Steepster friends, for all your love and care of me this year. We may never have met, I may not know what you look like, but I raise my cup of tea in salute to you and your friendship.
It’s been a long week- work is crazy, I’m doing Nanowrimo, I’m in a film class, and my friends are all reaching out for conversations this week, which is lovely, but eats time.
I’m dragging in a serious way.
And I understeeped this- so it’s a watery cup.
Gonna be a long day.
In other, not whiney news, I’m feeling the desire for a lot of holiday teas this year. Does anyone have recommendations? I’m open to just about anything- I always like peppermint teas, but I’m open for gingerbread, nutcrackers, or other holiday flavors. Whats your favorite winter seasonal tea?
There are things, now, that make me realize that I’m an adult.
For example, in the last few years I’ve discovered I’m not the biggest fan of three day weekends, because that mean a four day work week. I swear you do five days of work in a four day work week.
The current thing that I’m unleashing my inner curmudgeon on is daylight savings time. It unnerves me- my body feels like it’s in the wrong time, I’m hungry when it’s not lunch time, I need to reset all my clocks, and I have trouble sleeping all the way through the night, as my body is convinced that we are very! very! late!
So I nurse my sour mood with a tea I really enjoy.
It’s gonna be a long day. I will need tea to come to my aid!
Happy Halloween, tea friends!
Today I have had several cups of Boston, which I feel is my autumnal tea. (yes, I buy the huge bags of it. They’re like amazing, tea-stuffed pillows. It’s only by sheer force of will that I do not sleep on them, to dream beautiful dreams).
It’s finally feeling like fall, colder and with the trees turning splendid colors.
Ahh. Yes. This is the time!
Oh, hello Sunday. It’s so nice to see you.
All of the complicated Memorial Service stuff is done (until next weekend, where the hospice society at the hospital where my father died is doing a small service. My mom and I will go, and then I really hope there is no more of these), and I get to have a very quiet day.
I have errands to run, and cooking to do, but those things are actually things I enjoy.
I get to have a quiet day today, with much tea and as much relaxation as I can.
So, as recommended by all of you lovely people, I am drinking only teas I love today, to enhance my relaxation.
The memorial for my father was yesterday, and I am very drained. It was very touching how many people came, and how many people zoomed in, and all the deep respect they had for him, and I am just exhausted.
My siblings are in from further flung locals, and I have a lot of things to do with them tonight and tomorrow, and then it will be quiet.
I love my siblings, but it’s just a lot right now.
Still no hot water at work, so I’ve turned to the microwave, and just doing my best to get through the day!
Is it Sunday yet?
This was a sipdown from the other day.
I can’t quite decide what I think about this. Herby, an intense flavor that isn’t unpleasant at all, but maybe not entirely the flavors I like? And yet?
I drank it fairly easily, but I’m not going to bring it back into the cupboard.
In other news of the week, I came into my office on Monday to find that my hot water source has just stopped working, so no tea for me. Aaah! I have ordered an electric kettle for the office (i.e., for me), but it’s not here yet and aaaargh.
I’ve not been sleeping well, and last night was no exception. I had a very intense and upsetting dream about having to sell my childhood home (when that house does eventually need to be sold I will be entirely gutted. I love it.), so I am dragging.
My dads work is having a memorial for him this week, which it turns out I’m more stressed about than I expected to be. My dad was a bit of a legend, in both his job (where he served for over 50 years,) and his hobby (where he won the championship of his particular sport more than anyone else). I always knew that he was kinda a big deal, but the attention from others after he’s gone is a bit intense. He was a very private person, so he’d hate this, but I can see that it’s important to the people he worked with to do this, so of course I’ll be going.
Still. It’s time for a very nice cup of tea, and a quiet morning.