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TEA FOR TWO, THAT’S ME & YOU
I’ve heard it said that most marital communication is the word *WHAT* being shouted between rooms.
I believe this to be true.
Especially now that Zen-Den, Esq., has retired, sort of.
You see, he retired from his main source of employment, a full-time job with benefits, and is now self-employed as an advisor
wandering around at home, sometimes advising his former main source of employment while other times chatting it up with new prospects.
This is called a side hustle.
I am told.
So this means, from my point of view, that He Who Has A Side Hustle is underfoot almost all day long. Like a cheerful puppy. And because he’s accustomed to
barkingtalking almost all day long, he has begun to NEED to tell me things.
While we are in different rooms.
Why just the other morning he shouted something to me from the kitchen while I was in our home study.
I said *what* of course.
He then walked into the home study and told me he had a few calls to take in the morning. After that he was going to organize the tea drawer where we keep, come to find out, 12 different teas*.
So you can see that He Who Has A Side Hustle is finding productive ways to occupy himself that for the most part keep him from pestering and annoying me all day long, and allow him to believe he is a valuable part of this household.
Because he is, of course.
* Knowing that someone is going to ask, the 12 kinds of tea in the drawer are:
- Ceylon Orange Pekoe
- Constant Comment
- Earl Grey
- English Breakfast
- English Teatime
- Green Tea
- Green Tea with Pomegranate, Raspberry & Strawberry
- Irish Breakfast
- Lady Grey
- Oolong Tea
- Perfect Peach
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UPDATES TO STORIES
1. We named the skeleton Earl. Thanks to everyone who offered name ideas. Y’all are funny. [Original story HERE.]
2. After writing about how I accidentally acquired a bag of potato chips, Z-D was at Kroger using the U-scan. He used the barcode reader to ring up a six-pack of beer and it did, but then while placing the beer on the wonky wobbly bagging carousel he accidentally dropped the six-pack on the floor. The impact caused the metal caps on two bottles to loosen, spewing carbonated beer from the bottles.
Instead of going back to get a new six-pack, for which he paid in full, Z-D left the store with four bottles of beer. Thus he paid for something he did not get and thereby, I believe, restored balance in our relationship with Kroger. [Original story HERE.]
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QUESTIONS OF THE DAY
When thinking about retirement what is the first idea that pops into your mind? Does this thought make you worry or happy– or something else?
If you drink tea, hot &/or cold, how many kinds of it do you have in your home? Are you about variety or uniformity?
So what do you think, was it Kroger Karma that caused Zen-Den to drop that beer, making us whole with them again?
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