On Getting Old - 3

This day started at a frenetic pace. The daily stint at the health club got us going. Then it was one task after another – grocery shopping, a trek to the health food store, take my 91 year old mother to her doctor’s appointment, and so it went until mid afternoon.

Rosemary, I said, we need a break. We’ve wanted to stop at the new tea shop in town. So, I looked forward to my daily piece of candy--a date with my friend, my confidant, my wife – Rosemary. After forty-two years of marriage we still get a thrill out of going out together, especially when it is unplanned.

We sat at the small counter at Tea Lulu, the new teahouse. Shoulder-to-shoulder we sat mesmerized at the ritual going on before us. We opted to sample some different teas. The young lady carefully measured out four different teas. She placed each measurement into its own little pot, poured in hot water, and set a small timer. Must not steep the tea for more than four minutes we were mildly admonished.

After sipping the mixtures, we were asked if we would like some different teas. Since our taste buds reached max overload, we said no and chosen the first tea we tried, a China Ceylon blended black tea with Bourbon vanilla pieces from Madagascar.

Today turned out to be a great one, I was treated to a second piece of candy.

We mustn’t overlook those pieces of daily candy that are oh so close to us.

Ciao