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Today’s Tea

Posted: 25 November, 2018 in Tea
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It’s 10 a.m. My tea has gone cold. Reheating it in the microwave is quick and convenient, but it just doesn’t taste the same as when it was first brewed. I guess that’s the price I have to pay for ignoring it for so long.

My schedule has been off for a couple of weeks. It used to be

– wake up
– check my glucose levels
– take my morning meds
– head down to the kitchen
– brew the first tea of the day
– sit and enjoy it whilst reading the latest posts on Medium

But lately I’ve lost my mojo. Instead of enjoying my tea and Medium, I let myself get distracted. Crossword puzzles. Let the dog out. Feed the cat.

I could tell myself it’s because my roommate’s schedule is to blame, but I’d be lying to myself. Maybe I just needed a break, or I need to come up with a new routine.

I’ve always been my own worst enemy. Yes, I know: it’s a cliché. But let me explain: I am the goddess of procrastination. And the biggest thing I put off every night is going to bed at a decent hour. I’m often up past midnight, and then my alarm wakes me to take my morning medications.

And it’s finally caught up with me.

It’s worse with Daylight Savings Time

No matter if we go on or go off DST: it always screws me up. I realize that at one time it kinda made sense. But let’s face it: farmers no longer operate by daylight hours. Rather, they operate by GPS as they drive huge pieces of machinery with electric lights powerful enough to illuminate entire city blocks.

Meanwhile, their children go to and come home from school in the dark.

Finding the perfect balance

I’m not going to bore you with a long philosophical discussion about work and play; rather, when I talk of “balance” I mean the perfect blend of tea, sweetener, creamer, and spices to replicate the Indian tea served at my favorite Indian restaurant.

Based on this morning’s attempt, I think I’ve finally got it:
– 2 tea bags (I always use PG Tips)

– 16 ounces of water
– 4 packets artificial sweetener (Splenda, etc.)
– 1/2 teaspoon of Tea Masala

– about an ounce or so of milk or your favorite creamer

I steep my tea for a minimum of 5 minutes, as I prefer it strong. Once that’s done, I remove the tea bags and add the spice, sweetener, and creamer.

Finally, I take my first sip. Perfection!


Yes, Virginia, there is a difference

Make no mistake: I love my E-readers. All three of them. I have an iPhone, an iPad, and an Amazon Fire Tablet.Between them I have a library of over 3,000 books. I devour books the way children devour ice cream and cake at birthday parties.But my living space?—and therefore my storage space?—is limited to a single room. Ergo, E-books and E-readers.

Vive le différence?

But lately I’ve discovered a problem, and it has to do with the differences between reading a printed book and an E-book.

When I’m reading a printed book, I can spend hours in my comfortable chair, only stirring to brew a fresh cup of tea or, as a result thereof, heading into the loo to download the same.

I love the smell of printed pages. I love the feel. And I especially love the ability to leaf back to earlier pages to see if I missed something.


I also love being able to carry my entire library in my purse. I love being able to conduct research whilst riding on the bus. And I love being able to finally finish my latest who-done-it sitting in the waiting area of my doctor’s office.

But but but…

Lately I’m finding that reading a mystery, a science text, or any kind of book at all on my iPhone gives me headaches.

My iPod is better, but here’s the really big thing: it’s exhausting to read my E-books. Where I can tear through five or six chapters of the printed page, I can barely get through a half of a chapter of an E-book.

And that’s strange, because I always adjust the text size on my E-readers so that it’s larger than it is on the printed page.

Does it have something to do with the fact that the printed word is reflected into my eyes, while E-text is beamed into them? But even that is questionable: I have no problem bingeing on Netflix for hours at a time.

And I can spend more than half a chapter’s worth of time composing a story for Medium on my iPhone.

It’s a mystery

One that may well fall under the rubric of religion: “There are some mysteries man was not meant to solve.”

But like young Jim Hawkins, I won’t rest until I’ve found the secret treasure. Perhaps then the mystery may be resolved.

NOTE: I’m sure there’s already a scientific or medical answer that I can easily find. But when have any of us let facts get in the way of a good story?

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