That Clean Feeling in 3 Steps

They say that Fall is coming. It was 90+ºF today… . I am eternally grateful for the invention of air conditioning and ceiling fans. Imagine what the early Southerners used to live like! How did they deal?

There is more to picking yourself up off the floor and having another (sweating ) glass of iced tea to help you feel more buoyant these Indian Summer days. Which is why three little things are going to make me feel a lot better. Try them yourself and see if your perspective doesn’t improve a bit.

  1. Change the bed linens. Starch those percale pillowcases. Buy new, crisp bedding if you have to.

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2. Change of season, change your undergarments. Treat yourself to some new knickers, drawers, small clothes, whatever you call them.

3. Sweaty? Shower. And then turn the knob to cold. Last as long as you can. Invigorating. And finally…

4. Have the car cleaned inside and out.

I know that was four, but I like to overdeliver. A clean car always perks me up.

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Abstaining from Screens

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Sundays used to be a day of rest. We weren’t supposed to do much, go to Church, don’t work, spend time with the family, etc. . With the advent of the internet and really fast bandwidth, we now seem more than ever to be isolated in our echo chambers, consuming information without reflecting too deeply.

So today, and every Sunday, I encourage you to unplug. Go to a museum, read a book, make Sunday dinner, engage with the non-digital world. You’ll be happier when Monday rolls around.

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Shall I Be Mother?

I’ve taken a step backwards. It started a few weeks ago when I was boiling water in the electric teapot and wanted to make a whole pot of tea. I considered the 4 cup Pyrex measuring cup. This has been my teapot since I broke the lovely glass infuser style one that I was given as a gift. After that I took up with the French Press.

Fine substitute. Unless I wanted to make a pot of tea AND a pot of coffee.

The answer was sitting right in front of me, on the sideboard. My father’s tea and coffee service that he had made in Germany in the 1950’s. The teapot is now an everyday kitchen utensil. Albeit a far from pedestrian one.

There hasn’t been an occasion for me to serve both coffee and tea yet, but when I do, it’ll be a sterling one.

Shall I be Mother? Milk or lemon?

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