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Mystery Box

You wake up one morning to find a beautifully wrapped package next to your bed. Attached to it is a note: “Open me, if you dare.” What’s inside the mystery box? Do you open it?

A Happy Christmas to those who are celebrating:


Morning Tea

Daily Prompt: Pick Your Potion
Captain Picard was into Earl Grey tea; mention the Dude and we think: White Russians. What’s your signature beverage — and how did it achieve that status?


I can’t forgo my morning tea with breakfast. I love the taste of Earl Grey tea, but I like the Twinnings’ Classic more. They are heavenly.

I used to use two bags per cup. After learning that too much black tea is likely to cause cancer of the stomach, it made me a bit wary of tea drinking. Now I use only one tea bag.

In the beginning using one bag was a struggle, as I like strong tea (soothed my head), but now I have got used to it.

I take a big mug of milk, add one tea bag, no sugar, and microwave it for two minutes. Wait a bit; meanwhile empty the dishwasher of its load, while waiting for the tea to infuse the milk. Put everything in its’ proper place. Then I go back to the microwave, and press the start for one more minute.

Tea is ready. I gather my bowl of porridge, and a boiled egg, and I sit down to savor my breakfast.


Words No More

Daily Prompt: Pick Me Up
What is the one word or phrase that immediately cheers you up when you hear it?


The words that used to cheer me up are no longer there.

The person who said them is gone, so the words are there no more.

A look at my face spurred my husband R to outrageous remarks. It would put him in immense good humor, if I showed any reaction. The more I was irritated, he enjoyed himself more.

I would walk in with his morning bed tea, and put it beside him on his bedside table. Yawning, he would sit up in bed, look at my face, smile and ask, “Do I love you?”

This was the daily question. The first time it did irritate me.

I would answer, “Don’t know.”

“You should be able to answer this question?”

“No, I don’t.”

Laughing and grabbing my hands, ( I would be trying to evade his hands) he would say,

“I do love you.”

Words No More