| Tea-time. |
| Sunday, 07 February 2010 | |
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Carlos is not a tea-drinker. But everytime I am with him, I ask him to have tea with me. I honestly appreciate the few minutes we spend time together drinking tea, chatting. Many times he'd tell me how he hates tea, with a sharp contortion of his face, expressive of pain, contempt, or disgust. But he'd finish his cup anyway. And he's even stopped asking why I like it (and I like having it with him) after I promised I'd show him the research (and that of the Bee Pollen) that I did over a year ago. And he's now gotten used to us, having tea together. Funny. I was at his place one time when I filled in the pot with water and waited for it to boil. When he heard the pot whistling, he went to the stove and turned it off. I was watching him. He opened the cupboard, took out two cups, and walked to another cupboard to get the box of green tea. I was laughing because I did not ask him to do anything but there he was, doing all that stuff. That time, I did not put the water to boil for our tea. I just want to boil some water and warm it a little for me to drink because I wasn't feeling well. Well, he said it has become "automatic" and the whistling of the teapot is his hint that it's our tea-time. He'd still say with a grimace that he hates tea; but still, we'd finish our cup of tea together. Sweet. He is. I am not sure if he knows that but he will. |
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