Dragonwell or, 龙井茶, if you prefer, is my tea of choice. How could so many Chinese folks be wrong? Today is my day off. My wife is sick, so we’re not going out to eat or to the movies or the other things that I like to spend my money on with my wife. I’m doing some audio editing. I hear the dishwasher, it’s soothing. The sound of water from a dish washer, clothes washer, or shower, somewhere else in the house has been a calming noise ever since I was a child, as far back as I can remember.
I take a break from my work, and spend some time shopping for tea ware while I drink from the floral tea cups I claimed from my uncle’s room in the boarding house he spent the last days of his life. None of it seems like they’re things I want to spend my money on. My compulsion to spend is something I’ve caught from my American culture, but my refusal to do so… Where did that come from?
The cat has escaped the back yard. She’s only gone far enough to interrupt everything we’re doing, while she waits for us to drag her back inside.
A good first steep.