Getting tea today at a local cafe’, I asked for my change in ones (for the bus). I joked with the lady who works there, “I don’t wanna steal all your ones.” She showed me her huge roll of ones and said, “When I get home, I have like thirty singles. People ask me if I’m a stripper or a dancer. I’m like, ‘Thanks, I guess, for thinking I’m attractive enough to be a stripper.’”
I have always been both fascinated by and obsessed with drinks. Not alcoholic ones, mind you. Beverages. When I was a kid, I was always always thirsty. I needed juice or soda or milk constantly. I realize now that it was because I could literally not stand to drink water until I was 20 years old and was probably mildly dehydrated all the time. I think I’ve mentioned that I’m 29 and have been drinking coffee consistently for about 21 years, daily for 20. I’m American, so you know I’ve had my share of Coke. Etc.
So I began reading A History of the World in Six Glasses last night, and I am enjoying it immensely. I was tempted to consume the beverage in question while reading the six parts. Still am. But I read for my lunchtime whenever I can, and I can’t very well get tanked at work. (That only happens when I need to talk to someone and have to track them down at a community happy hour and — poor me — have to drink beer in the afternoon……..trying to think of who I can track down this week……..) Perhaps after the third part, when the drinks under examination are coffee, tea and Coke, I can indulge.
Dang it, I don’t start my new job and move into my sweet new office until next month. Here’s a workspace from my dissertation, in the fall of 2006, which feels like last month.
My stomach is killing me, which is why I’m still up. I could go for some of that chai tea right now.
Photo Friday: The Office.
I have been on a tea kick again lately. I have not had coffee today at all and have not had any large amount of tea — just a few cups. The dry skin on my hands is healing, and I swear I have more energy. Maybe I’m sleeping better. It’s nice to be getting a handle on my caffeine addiction, at least a little. Or maybe I’m kidding myself.
Last year, it was snowy and cold. After a flick, we celebrated with a couple we love. The hubbies declared their Irish-ness over pint after pint of Irish brew. This year, it is sunny and beautiful, though a bit nippy. I ran my errands on my bike today, weighing down my backpack enough to compress my chest, which kept making me giggle. I need to use my rack next time, though.
I went to a St. Patrick’s Day Tea at The Crown and Thistle this weekend with my parents and aunt. I was wearing a very green sweater and my red beard. A quiet lady who worked there put her hand on my shoulder as she was walking by our table and told me, “You look like one of our real Irishmen today.” I took that as a compliment. I wore several pieces of green yesterday to a family party. More today. I’m drinking Irish tea and listening to Celtic music and enjoying the sun. I am not much in the mood for drinking, though I think my heritage requires at least a pint or two of Guinness tonight, with the cabbage I am eating for dinner.
I delivered a head of cabbage to my parents’ house in Hampden on my bike rack today, wearing green. I’m like a leprechaun today, I swear.
Fatherhood
