how do you take your tea?
In the spirit of all things Anglo, I invite you to a little tea-time chat. I am just sitting down to my afternoon cup of tea and have a few simple things to report. I've been favoriting all kinds of spiced teas lately, Green Ginger or heavily-spiced Chai have been vying for the top. Today, it's Chai with milk and sugar (they don't have honey at my workplace!). How do you take your tea? One lump or two? Now, if I were a proper Brit, I'd have some sort of biscuit to offer you...but a cyber-biscuit sounds all kinds of wrong.
Ahhheeemm.
Heat up your water.
Go ahead.
I'll wait.
Now that you're all settled in...
Oh what a weekend! There was a grand mix of amazing cuisine, easy friendships, a flurry of spring cleaning, assembling food for the baby shower I hosted, drinking (ugh. too much), stimulating conversations, early-to-bed, book-finishing
, naps, movie-watching
, make-out sessions in the doorway, grocery shopping, meal-planning, baby-kissing.
, naps, movie-watching, make-out sessions in the doorway, grocery shopping, meal-planning, baby-kissing. Frankly, I do indeed prefer life in general to be less full. Weekends are such a tricky time of trying to connect with your family, getting enough lazy-time, working around the house, and catching up on sleep. It's a perfect conundrum and I admit that it stumps me most of the time.
How about you? What was your weekend like?
One of the highlights in the cuisine department was going to Portage on Queen Anne Hill with our good friends, Jeremy and Jenae. This gem above was one of our salads, the Baby Chioggia and Golden Beet Gratin, Niçoise Olives, Roquefort Mousse. I could have eaten quite a few of these.
Afterward, staring at the moon while eating pistachios and froyo wasn't bad either.
The lovely mess of friends, sigh. I truly do find it beautiful.
(more pictures of the baby shower to come)
Playing and resting at Mom's house on Sunday. A truly delightful day despite a rather dampening bout of depression that I woke to.
Sigh.
Exactly how I felt at the end of all of it.
Satisfied and so sleeeeepy.
The lovely husband has to work late all week, so this means I get the house to myself. To this introvert, an quiet space sounds better than a spa or a lifetime supply of gin and tonics.
(Whoa, come now, let's not over-exaggerate dears.)
Well!
That tea was reviving
(AND I didn't even burn my tongue!)
All in all, a proper respite.
Until next time.
Afterward, staring at the moon while eating pistachios and froyo wasn't bad either.
The lovely mess of friends, sigh. I truly do find it beautiful.
(more pictures of the baby shower to come)
Playing and resting at Mom's house on Sunday. A truly delightful day despite a rather dampening bout of depression that I woke to.
Sigh.
It is a life-long struggle for me, but not so much the depression itself. It is more the ability to be kind to myself in light of its rather shadowy bits. I preach loud about self-care, but dears - I fight every damn day to keep the good words and thoughts at the ready and to push back on the deluge of lies threatening my mind. I bruise like hell most of the time, and sometimes I flat-out lose. But the battle only lasts so long, and that was yesterday.
I'm happy to report that today is looking squeaky clean with its bright citrus perspective.
The truth is, depression comes to the forefront of my soul for a reason - at least for me. I am missing my sister and niece something fierce and immersed in all kinds of confusing thoughts, changes, and disappointments. I'm not eating well, not exercising, not writing, not snapping enough photos. All of those reasons aside, let's not forget the chemical imbalance always teetering in my brain chemistry. So what if I just had to sit on my bed in a total conoundrum about what to wear (not for any special occasion, mind you) for almost an hour. So what if the only self-care I can really muster is several hot baths in one day or lying still and brooding over the dying pear tree in the back-yard?
Exactly how I felt at the end of all of it.
Satisfied and so sleeeeepy.
The lovely husband has to work late all week, so this means I get the house to myself. To this introvert, an quiet space sounds better than a spa or a lifetime supply of gin and tonics.
(Whoa, come now, let's not over-exaggerate dears.)
Well!
That tea was reviving
(AND I didn't even burn my tongue!)
All in all, a proper respite.
Until next time.
4 comments:
My tea: black chocolate mint, with 2% and sugar (I've been avoiding a sugared cup all day, but it is high time to scoop in some sweetness). Very hot.
My weekend: Saturday, horrific late shift at the new job. Sunday, peaceful but tiring house cleaning, and two recipe flops. Hot Fuzz. Today, still exhausted, stayed home from school to do research and order a new pair of Toms. Tim has just collapsed into bed (at 5:30), and I am thinking about joining him. After I finish my tea.
Goodness I can't explain how often I read your words and feel like they perfectly capture the thoughts in my mind! I know all too well those days, those thoughts and the pure sweetness of a quiet house my friend.
xo
Jaime
PS - I am afraid I drink my tea completely free of milk, honey or other additives. Perhaps I am as plain as my tea is ?
poured from a sleek blue teapot, earl grey into my circus-themed mug. a deluge, a battering, the thugs of the schedule encountering the pattering drops of peace. now ready to slip into sheets and be one with the pillow.
What is not surprising at all:
This morning, over two pages of writing slowly and three small sketches (all in pencil, of course), I sipped coffee with milk (2% of course) which quickly cooled to lukewarm as the dining room slider was open to the morning air and a Sancho pup galloping in and out. But the point of all this is, I was holding my mug as well.
Come and drink some throat coat with me this afternoon.
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