Advent 14.
I skipped one. Something about spitting profanities and crying from back muscle spasms. The Epsom salt bath helped to a small degree. The muscle relaxers prescribed don’t seem to be doing much beyond dulling my mental state and, with a bit of wine, helping me take cat naps. Ineffective: Icy Hot lidocaine patches, sipping hot magnesium citrate. Tiger Balm serves as a momentary distraction. Heating pad allows me to lie on my back to sleep. Lesson learned: after 9 months of not lifting weights (thanks COVID), do not attempt to do pull-ups. Do not hammer in the top section of a garage door seal at a weird angle on a ladder. Do not cut limbs from a neighbors tree at weird angles on a ladder. Stretch long and stretch often.
The tea’s good. It feels nostalgic. Woody, brisk, glassy and thick base black tea with a hint of baked bread supports the flavors. I get something grapey-dried berry and gentle sweetness mixed with hazelnut liqueur, espresso grinds and puffed rice. The swallow is somewhat dark-bittersweet like toasted buckwheat mixed with pecans roasted a touch too long and candied in maple syrup. It was a nice mid-morning tea and I get where they’re going with the granola profile. Simply well done.
Flavors: Alcohol, Berry, Bread, Burnt, Dark Bittersweet, Dried Fruit, Espresso, Fruity, Grain, Grapes, Hazelnut, Maple Syrup, Mineral, Nutty, Pecan, Smooth, Sweet, Thick, Toasted, Toasted Rice, Toasty, Wood
Agreed, it’s eerie when the traffic slows down. I seem to hear more ambulances than usual, whether or not that’s really the case.
Also, the schools have been closed, so the activity of the parents, kids,schoolbuses, and bustle of the comings and the goings has been muted.
I hear sirens of police, ambulances, firefighters piercing the quiet from time to time. Otherwise, it has been still. I have a fan on as white noise for the neighbours, but beyond that it feels like a permanent Sunday. I could get used to this.
Spoke too soon. The construction, the neighbours, the wakings, all of it is back.
Mmm, cabbage rolls (and borscht).
Happy belated Orthodox Christmas!
Thanks! (Orthodox in communion with Rome, ie. Catholic Byzantine rite)