I drink a lot of tea. Favourites being Stash‘s jasmine green tea and President’s Choice vanilla rooibos (which isn’t technically a tea since it’s made from the bark of the South African tree, Aspalathus linearis). ANYhow, I make cups at home using the poor man’s method: rather than make a full pot of tea with a couple tea bags, I reserve the tea bag on a plate and reuse it to make a second cup. I do this because:
- it avoids me having to clean the teapot afterwards (less work; read: lazy);
- it allows me to get two or sometimes three cups of tea out of one bag (meaning I save money; read: cheap).
So G on the weekend comes into the bedroom and says, “I wanna ask you something”.
“Is there a reason you’re putting the teabag on the plate?”
“Yeh, so I can get more than one cup out of it,” I answer.
“Oh, not this time.”
1) teabag steeps; 2) teabag waits; 3) teabag waste
Anyone else use this method? ….
Thursday’s mull: A Walk Thru Mount Pleasant Cemetery
This posting prompted a number of responses about the ‘creepiness’ of graveyards which I thought was interesting. Perhaps Mount Pleasant is different though; it seems more a park than a cemetery (granted a park with dead folks). But I do think the souls resting there enjoy having the company of the living. I’ve never found myself creeped out when walking, running through it. I’ve felt blessed and honoured (to be alive) and humbled (by the history of the lives, now gone, around me). And though it may seem really odd, comforted as well.
Thursday’s big moment: Opening Night at the Opera
I’m just back from our opening night premier of Norma at the Hummingbird Centre. To borrow from others here who’ve used the Visa commercial ad.
- Late nights rehearsing my role as a Celtic Warrior: near 60 hours including the commute
- Enduring the sting of wig glue and the caking of make-up application: 20 minutes/rehearsal
- Hanging with the stage crew in the Greenroom watching awful tv shows when not on stage: 1 hour 20 minutes/rehearsal
- Taking a bow on the Hummingbird Stage with the cast on opening night: priceless.
Almost as good as completing an Ironman I’d say! … and tomorrow, the reviews. Eek, the reviews.