It’s no secret that I love tea, just about any kind of tea; give it to me iced or hot, sweet or bitter, just give it to me. This last year I actually mourned over the closing of a restaurant I would always visit when I was near, Duffs in St. Louis; they had the best iced tea. I would sit out in the open air section holding a sweating glass of their blend and I loved it. I have the recipe but I may have lost it; fail. Besides that I always have some Twinings Earl Grey handy, add some honey, which is my preferred sweetener, and I’m in a blissful state of I don’t care. I don’t drink coffee! Ever. You don’t want to see me on coffee; it would be like giving a Chihuahua a double espresso shot after eating a bag of Butterfingers.
I have my routines with my tea, at home I have my Russian tea glasses, the metal ones where the glass sits inside the holder. I need it beside me when I am trying to relax, enjoying a movie or trying to smash the keys on my computer attempting to be creative. I even take one with me sometimes if I am traveling. There is something about them that makes the time more special. The other majority of my time is spent at work where I do not take those glasses but I still need my tea at times.
I have procured a mug for such occasions and everyone knows it’s mine and they know it has tea, not coffee. My fellow coworkers often make fun of it and me by extension. The mug reads, ‘Joy to the World’ with some cheery graphics. The most typical comment I get is, ‘Your mug is out of season’. I always respond that it’s not a Christmas mug, it’s a state of mind or possible a subtle attempt at sarcasm depending on the day. I tend to leave that assumption up to the reader. So if you see me with my tea glasses, I have more than one and we can share some tea together with extra special mood. If you see me with my mug, then you may feel inclined to make fun of me or steer clear from the onslaught of pre-tea sarcasm and get the full understanding of my true feelings. Either way my mug covers both sides of the coin of possibilities, the yin and yang of my mood. It’s always a possibility I may not be in a good mood when I have this mug but at least I am putting forth the good effort in being positive.
I have my routines with my tea, at home I have my Russian tea glasses, the metal ones where the glass sits inside the holder. I need it beside me when I am trying to relax, enjoying a movie or trying to smash the keys on my computer attempting to be creative. I even take one with me sometimes if I am traveling. There is something about them that makes the time more special. The other majority of my time is spent at work where I do not take those glasses but I still need my tea at times.
I have procured a mug for such occasions and everyone knows it’s mine and they know it has tea, not coffee. My fellow coworkers often make fun of it and me by extension. The mug reads, ‘Joy to the World’ with some cheery graphics. The most typical comment I get is, ‘Your mug is out of season’. I always respond that it’s not a Christmas mug, it’s a state of mind or possible a subtle attempt at sarcasm depending on the day. I tend to leave that assumption up to the reader. So if you see me with my tea glasses, I have more than one and we can share some tea together with extra special mood. If you see me with my mug, then you may feel inclined to make fun of me or steer clear from the onslaught of pre-tea sarcasm and get the full understanding of my true feelings. Either way my mug covers both sides of the coin of possibilities, the yin and yang of my mood. It’s always a possibility I may not be in a good mood when I have this mug but at least I am putting forth the good effort in being positive.
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