A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
It’s not always necessary to talk when having a “conversation” with Jane…
“Mom this smells like your favorite drink!
Mom, whats your favorite drink again?
Wait! … What is it called?
Oh right- caffeine.
What does caffeine smell like again?”
…but it’s always a good idea to listen because you can bet that she’s been listening to everything you say.
Also, in answer to your question Jane, I’m not sure that caffeine has a smell but if it did I’m pretty sure it would be just like heaven.
Happy Tribus Day!
What? You’ve never heard of it?
That’s OK. I’m sure it’s only because, thanks to CoachDaddy and Rarasaur, it came into existence earlier this week. And what a fantastic concept, because, well, cookies, tea and blogging! It’ll be international by this time next year!
(Of course if cookies, tea and blogging aren’t your thing, Tribus Day can work with that too. Just pick your three favorite things and start the celebration. That’s the beauty of Tribus day!)
I am happy to let cookies reside at the top of my list. They are my favorite thing, specifically chocolate chip cookies. I like other cookies, I might love some other cookies. But chocolate chip cookies never disappoint and that is a beautiful thing in a dessert.
Cookies are extra fantastic because I like to bake. I’m not going to claim to be some expert baker but I’m a master craving fulfill-er. You come to my house looking for cookies, give me 20 minutes and I’ll have a hot one for you. Though you should plan to bring a Diet Coke just in case. You see I have this thing about baking (and driving, and waking up from a nap, and 3 o’clock in the afternoon and sitting at the computer and late at night with bourbon…) it’s just better with a Diet Coke at hand.
While cookies can be made on short order, the tea is always available.
Mornings inevitably lead to a quick zap in the microwave in order to get the caffeine into my body as soon as possible. Other times of day I’m willing to wait for water to boil and the tea to steep properly for a superior cup. But in all that waiting you’ve got to do something, and nothing goes with tea quite like books. Then once the tea is made you need to let it cool a bit so you can just finish the chapter, and then once it’s done there is such a nice rocking chair under the window, good light, and a spot nearby to set a cup of tea… Ahhhh!
As for blogging, well let me check some stats here… Looks like I’ve been blogging for 65 consecutive months and published 1,136 posts. This blogging business seems to have some appeal for me!
And the best part is that a majority of those posts have pictures. Pictures that I’ve taken. In the last few years my camera has gone from being somewhere about the house, to immediately accessible at all times. I have discovered that anything, even a trip to the park, can be made more enjoyable with a camera in hand. And then, joy of all joys, I get to put them on my blog and share them! What’s not to love!?!
Looks like a beautiful day!
Happy Tribus Day!
How will you celebrate?
If you wake up a mom, she’s going to want a cup of tea.
While her water is heating, she’ll get herself some yogurt.
But, a kid will see her yogurt and want it. So she’ll give it to them.
Feeding a kid will remind her that she needs to check on the baby ducks. So she’ll leave the dad in charge of breakfast and go outside.
Once she checks on the baby ducks, she’ll decide to do the rest of the chores.
After she does the chores, she’ll run the dogs and water the plants.
While her tea steeps, she’ll clean up the kitchen.
Cleaning up the kitchen will remind her that she needs to change the laundry.
When she piles the clean laundry on her bed she’ll pass by the bathroom.
That will remind her that she needs to brush her teeth.
Brushing her teeth will remind her that she still hasn’t eaten her breakfast, so she’ll head back to the kitchen.
Her kids will be off playing so she’ll take her yogurt to the computer and check her e-mail.
Checking her e-mail will magically alert the kids to her presence and they will all come crying about the rampant social injustice within her household.
Crying kids will make her grumpy, and when she’s grumpy, (and tired) she’s going to want a cup of tea.
… it’ll be cold.
This is not always how it goes. Many days John makes my tea and thrusts it in front of me somewhere in the middle of this progression – he’s a good man!
Some days I drink my fancy tea. I fill kettles and use teapots and it’s all relaxed and lovely and warm and soothing.
Step one: Get mug out of cupboard.
Step two: Fill with water.
Step three: Microwave mug with water.
Step four: Add tea bag.
Step Five: Drink.
That’s it, five steps and rarely a morning goes by where I don’t forget my tea at one of them.
Mid-morning I find my empty mug on the counter.
I find mugs with lukewarm water both in the microwave and on the counter.
Tea bags are left unopened sitting by the sink.
Meanwhile I’m stumbling through my morning, hating life (like I do before
8 AM, 9 AM, 10 AM!?) wondering why I can’t get the fuzz out of my brain and get going.
This morning I sunk to new depths and discovered a new and terrible way to ruin my cup of tea.
Running late, I was gulping my tea every time I passed through the kitchen getting ready. During one fly by as I was talking with John I grabbed my cup, gulped and as he causally mentioned that I was drinking his coffee, was already spitting it back out.
I don’t do coffee.
I quickly drank my tea – it tasted like coffee.
I headed out the door with a glass of water – it tasted like coffee.
I drank a Diet Coke – it helped.
Tomorrow I’m hoping that I do forget to drink my tea, at least until John is done with his coffee!