Just about twenty minutes ago, I went downstairs to the front of my apartment building and spoke to the building manager.
“Did a package arrive for me?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said with a weird expression. “I don’t know what you ordered, but I think it went bad, it smells funny.”
“Yay!” I said, much to her dismay. She gave me the package, and it did smell. But where, to her, it smelled like badness, to me…it smelled like goodness.
You see the difference there.
Anyway I ran upstairs, which means that I am writing to you sweaty and out of breath, and I opened the package with the nearest sharp object, which was a knife, which slipped a little, because I was not too careful (my finger says hi, and he’s doing fine), and I opened the package.
This package was from Lori. Lori knows I have cats. We have discussed my cats many times.
Therefore, she was not ignorant of the fact when she filled the box full of packing peanuts which are hard to keep track of and which the cats adore. So I had to slow down, because it was like defusing a bomb. The cats were bonkers.
In the package were the results of a bet which Lori and I had back in May, a race, which was practically the First Great Tea Debacle, since it was a debacle and it involved tea. We raced. I won by a huge margin, she sent me tea just now.
So I now have:
1 tin of authentic Pure Ceylon Green Tea, grown in the mountains of (you guessed it) Ceylon. The container is covered in Indian writing. It’s that authentic. 225 grams of the stuff (what’s that in ounces? I have no idea. It’s from foreign, state code FN, that’s all I know.
1 Package of Kamal Tea Masala, which I have never had, which I don’t even know what it is, which I can’t wait to try. I am given the impression that is a flavor powder for my other teas, I will be fascinated to see if it does good things with otherwise undrinkable (to me) teas like Irish breakfast, or Yorkshire Gold.
1 Package of Lasa Special Dust Tea. Again, I have no idea. This is all new territory in the exciting world of tea for me. The impression I get from the back of the package is that it’s Assam based, which I have had before, although I happily expect this to taste nothing like the assam teas I’ve had.
(Some of the powder leaked in transit, so the package smelled like yummy tea, which my landlady thought was weird)
Also, Lori sent me a coffee mug.
It says Note To Self: STOP volunteering for stuff.
Which is really a hoot, coming from her. Obviously it didn’t do her any good, which must be why she sent it to me.
I’d talk more, but I have to go make a pot of tea! (Which is my third pot today! Whoohoo! I haven’t blinked in, like, six hours, ha ha!)