Sian

We finally found a diningroom table, something with six places for a price we could afford.  A little old lady our landlord knows sold it to us: she is moving to California with her daughter.  You never know, going into something like that, whether California is a good thing or a bad thing.  She also gave us a mid-century cabinet thing for no additional charge, so, of course, now I've written the appropriate thank you letter for that.  Big smiley.  I'm going to be keeping clothes in it.  I think the operative word here is big--it's about six feet long, and comes up somewhat past my waist.  Come to think of it, I may also put paints in part of it, since I really don't have that volume of clothes.

I really, really, have to have a conversation with whatever gods may be running the coffee shop.  They tried to cut off my supply of iced tea, last night.  It's eighty kazillion degrees here, and humid, and they couldn't give me a glass of regular, boring iced tea.  It seems some genius decided to make five gallons of mint green tea.  Mint!   Obviously, I had to order a white chocolate mocha, instead.  I mean, come on!  I'm first generation, here.  That means I do drink tea iced, but I do not drink it minted.  There are exactly three flavors of tea which I drink.  1. Black  (including, but not limited to English Breakfast tea, Orange Pekoe , etc  Black, as opposed to Green, not meaning without milk and sugar..) 2.  Earl Grey and 3.  This funky little Indian thing I picked up from a former roomate, where you boil milk, water, gingerroot, and tea leaves (see #1) together, and then strain it. 

Five gallons!

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