We jokingly call Revolution varieties Truck Stop Teas because we first found them at the local Flying J/Denny’s and were surprised to see such a sophisticated selection rather than food service grade stuff.
Revolution has made this one deliberately fruity and peachy. I have often compared the flavor of good oolongs to Juicy Fruit chewing gum, but this one is so sweet, I’d call it Fruit Stripe Gum flavor — you know, the 30 seconds of flavor you get until it goes away. Very tasty and pleasant.
This, however, does not make the husband cut. Way too fruity. His oolongs must be toasty and oversteeped enough to bite your tongue. So far, his only consistent request is for inexpensive Bigelow bagged oolong. Eh, I tried.
Elsewhere, a friend of mine has been posting “daily joys” as a reminder that there is still joy to be found when you ponder it. Mine yesterday was a few hours of bona fide sunshine to walk in and watching neighbors try to pose their six-week-old husky pups for a photo session. I’ll be watching for yours.
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Daily joys! Yesterday I made myself tear away from news and take pictures of tiny, tiny weeds blooming in the yard. It felt so good!
My husband is working non-stop since last Friday to prepare quarantine facilities at the military base. So it stays on my mind a lot. I am working on the whole “keep calm and have a cuppa!”
Many of my music students have opted to cancel, so I have more time on my hands, too. but it will all pass!
Daily joys? Does it count I was productive and did few pages of my semester thesis?
Drank some few nice teas?
Did not went mad?
Actually the last one was toughest one. As everybody else is working from home, there is not much space to study. Moreover I felt like I am nanny of the house. Do cleaning up, vacuum the carpet in the living room, bring some food, cook – like I am having a holiday, but I am not!
Productivity and a clean house—definitely!
I repaired a new coworker’s bicycle Wednesday. Thursday I don’t remember anything. Friday night I read a long and loving email from ashmanra (yours is in the making, gmathis). Between yesterday and today, I slept 16 hours. Today, I wrote a letter that needed to be written for months.
Sunday—one laundry basket full of teaching supplies that had been blocking my hall closet for (ahem, a while) now somewhat sorted and dealt with, although I still zigzag at that particular spot even though there is nothing to zigzag around.
Monday morning—-SUNSHINE!!!!!!!!!! I was running out of yellow clothes.
Wednesday serendipity: on my route to work (yep, still here)—two young deer standing in a fence row next to a field of Bradford pear trees in full white bloom.
That must be wonderful view gmathis. Kind of I envy you :)
We’re right on the borderline between prairie and the Ozark foothills. Ten miles north and west you get flat pastures and wheatfields; Ten miles south and east you get gentle, rolling mountains which should be covered with dogwood flowers in a couple of weeks.
Daily joys! Yesterday I made myself tear away from news and take pictures of tiny, tiny weeds blooming in the yard. It felt so good!
My husband is working non-stop since last Friday to prepare quarantine facilities at the military base. So it stays on my mind a lot. I am working on the whole “keep calm and have a cuppa!”
Many of my music students have opted to cancel, so I have more time on my hands, too. but it will all pass!
Daily joys? Does it count I was productive and did few pages of my semester thesis?
Drank some few nice teas?
Did not went mad?
Actually the last one was toughest one. As everybody else is working from home, there is not much space to study. Moreover I felt like I am nanny of the house. Do cleaning up, vacuum the carpet in the living room, bring some food, cook – like I am having a holiday, but I am not!
Productivity and a clean house—definitely!
I repaired a new coworker’s bicycle Wednesday. Thursday I don’t remember anything. Friday night I read a long and loving email from ashmanra (yours is in the making, gmathis). Between yesterday and today, I slept 16 hours. Today, I wrote a letter that needed to be written for months.
Sunday—one laundry basket full of teaching supplies that had been blocking my hall closet for (ahem, a while) now somewhat sorted and dealt with, although I still zigzag at that particular spot even though there is nothing to zigzag around.
Monday morning—-SUNSHINE!!!!!!!!!! I was running out of yellow clothes.
Wednesday serendipity: on my route to work (yep, still here)—two young deer standing in a fence row next to a field of Bradford pear trees in full white bloom.
That must be wonderful view gmathis. Kind of I envy you :)
We’re right on the borderline between prairie and the Ozark foothills. Ten miles north and west you get flat pastures and wheatfields; Ten miles south and east you get gentle, rolling mountains which should be covered with dogwood flowers in a couple of weeks.