Tea Drinker with Heavy Brows and Elegant Fingers
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Showing posts with label tea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tea. Show all posts
Friday, December 18, 2015
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Dreams of Tea and Singing (No Longer Available)
One of my co-workers and friend, Connie, wants to open a tea and wellness center. She also happens to be a fantastic singer! Well, today at work, she belted out a few verses of the Stones', "Angie."
Cue the post-it note: I had to draw up my vision of her, working at her tea shop, singing a song whenever the mood would strike her. I also included another co-worker/friend, Lynn in the picture. Lynn has a wonderful, square jawline, likes to wear skirts and ride her bike. That's her, circling around singing Connie. (This is just how my mind works). I'm in there, too, for encouragement, along with a random tea-guzzling customer. I think she should call her place the Cosmic Cafe or Coffee, Tea or Me. ha!
If anyone wants to go into business with Connie and make her dreams come true--or hire her as the lead singer of a rock band--let me know, and I'll put 'ya together. Let the dreams begin! (-;
Cue the post-it note: I had to draw up my vision of her, working at her tea shop, singing a song whenever the mood would strike her. I also included another co-worker/friend, Lynn in the picture. Lynn has a wonderful, square jawline, likes to wear skirts and ride her bike. That's her, circling around singing Connie. (This is just how my mind works). I'm in there, too, for encouragement, along with a random tea-guzzling customer. I think she should call her place the Cosmic Cafe or Coffee, Tea or Me. ha!
If anyone wants to go into business with Connie and make her dreams come true--or hire her as the lead singer of a rock band--let me know, and I'll put 'ya together. Let the dreams begin! (-;
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Day 358. She Felt Herself Aging at These Holiday Parties
Oh, how she didn't want to be there! Claudette felt herself aging at these holiday parties. Idle chatter drained her circulation faster than her support hose. She was a natural introvert and the only way she could tolerate these tiresome festivities was to find a chair in the corner and to drink as many peppermint patties as possible. They simultaneously calmed her nerves yet delivered a jolt of energy, giving her the appearance of wide-eyed involvement.
However, her undoing was the incessant picture taking. With every smile, she felt as if pieces of herself were falling to the floor. Her eyes darted around the room quickly, and she eyed a decanter of single-malt scotch. Ah, that would help her make it through the evening. She knew it was wrong to depend on alcohol for bravery, but once December was over, she would revert to quiet nights at home with her Darjeeling tea.
However, her undoing was the incessant picture taking. With every smile, she felt as if pieces of herself were falling to the floor. Her eyes darted around the room quickly, and she eyed a decanter of single-malt scotch. Ah, that would help her make it through the evening. She knew it was wrong to depend on alcohol for bravery, but once December was over, she would revert to quiet nights at home with her Darjeeling tea.
Friday, May 3, 2013
Day 129. Breakfast Was Cold, But the Tea Was Hot (SOLD)
Morgan, my 12-year-old Spanish student, gave me a wonderful reading list of all her favorite book titles. I'm starting at the top and moving on down the line. I started reading Eragon (Inheritance, Book 1) by Christopher Paolini last week, and I'm really enjoying it. It reminds me of Star Wars with dragons.
Last night, still in the silence of my computerless home (at that time), I was reading before I went to bed. One of the chapters began with the line, "Breakfast was cold, but the tea was hot." I don't know why, but I was just struck by that straightforward, descriptive line. So here you have it:
Last night, still in the silence of my computerless home (at that time), I was reading before I went to bed. One of the chapters began with the line, "Breakfast was cold, but the tea was hot." I don't know why, but I was just struck by that straightforward, descriptive line. So here you have it:
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