My Inner Martha Stewart

Hi. My name is Heather, and I have an inner Martha Stewart. Or so says Paul (I'm still working on full acknowledgment). But he's an enabler! What else am I to do with seven gourmet tea packets (the seventh day of my birth week!), a redundant CD rack, and a little heirloom table BUT to set up a tea nook? It's very practical! Now when we have tea-drinking guests, we don't need to rummage through the cupboard, calling out options, while the listener tries to keep track ("Jasmine ... pomegranate ... Moroccan mint ... canonical black ... No, wait — it's not pomegranate; it's hibiscus ... Chamomile ..." "What was the third one again?"). The tea drinker simply has to stroll over to this handy-dandy station, where all is openly displayed, and make a selection!

No walking shots today. Freddie did his big outing with Paul while Leah and I enjoyed coffee and diner chow at Joe's Grill. A good time was had by all.

I did, however, want to qualify one of the comments I made in yesterday's post. To all my readers with sore knees, shoulders, backs etc. — readers for whom literal flying leaps are currently difficult or impossible .... Freddie's remark about leaping rather than sitting can, and should, be taken figuratively. There's nothing wrong with sitting, and leaping can be done very effectively while sitting (or lying) down, says Freddie!

So there!