January 9th, 2004


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Mmm... lychee tea. Sweet and dark with fruit and oxidation.

Lychee tea and a new addiction, how could life be any better? At least my addiction benefits someone, but that may just be a rationalization on my part.

And tea...

There is a new teashop open in Longmont, opened by an ex-techie lady who is now a pastry chef and chocolatier. I have an eclair for my breakfast, huge, gnarled thing with Callabuat melted bitter-sweet on top. She also had the Joyce Chan hobnailed Japanese iron teapots, enameled on the inside, and she had them for cheaper than anyone else in town plus another twenty-percent off for post-holiday blues. So I bought it for two-thirds the price I'd seen elsewhere.

Also got Rosty a box of chocolates and myself a package of the dark Cote d' Or that incandescens hooked me on a few years back. Devilish hard to find retail, usually have to go to the 'net to mail order it.

As I was leaving, I did what I usually do to owners of businesses that do unusually good stuff. I said, "I'm glad you exist."

Usually, the proprietor takes it figuratively as "I'm glad you've gone to the trouble of making this business." But this lady surprised me pleasantly by taking it literally. *grin* As did two of her customers as well, as they echoed the sentiment. So, today, at least one creature on this earth knows that their existence is appreciated by at least three others. A good thing, I think.
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Joan's teenage step-daughter, Ashley, lost control of her car on the ice of the street we live on, so, after the accident, they managed to push the car into our extraordinarily extensive driveway and we stored it there until the melt. Yesterday, when Joan dropped Jet off while coming to test the car, they found that it couldn't turn left anymore.

So Joan told me that a tow-truck was going to come and take it away. Jet witnessed the conversation.

Immediately after, Jet could talk about nothing but the tow-truck that was coming. Then he pulled out his favorite, tiny Tonka trailer and matched pulling truck and kept telling me, "I trailer help! Trailer help car! See? See! I help 'lee's car." He demonstrated how his car could be pulled around on the trailer, and basically seemed to be offering the services of his trailer to help out Ashley's car.

It flabbergasts me that there seems to be a basic, driving force in Jet to help. It's very cool.