I just brewed a cup of Rishi Tumeric Ginger tea. Bought it last week at the Marquette Co-op. It is a loose-leaf orange-colored tea which begs to be steeped using a tea ball or tea basket. (I’m using a tea basket Kiah gave as a birthday present in July–thanks Ki!)
Some of you haven’t seen the inside of our house, have you? Others of you may have viewed images over the past two years. Just pretend you’re settling down on our couch and we’re sipping Rishi tea together. Isn’t it good? Would you like some more?
(Oops, that was a breach of etiquette. We have no more tea of this particular brand. Would you like a tea bag instead?)
We could amble out on the deck and view the autumn foliage, but it’s raining, so sorry. We could find rain jackets and go outside anyway. It’s still fairly warm–in the 50’s. No frost tonight. Are you afraid of getting wet?
I suppose some of you have ascertained from the title that the blog has a secret. I was waiting until you slowly sipped more tea before telling you.
Except. Perhaps we’ll play a little game instead. A guessing game. Kind of like a Where’s Waldo game. Kind of like one of those games–did you ever read the Taste of Home Magazine–where the editors hid a needle somewhere in the pages and we were advised to find it.
I never could find that needle.
Here’s the scoop, dear readers. This blog hid a secret within it. The blog has hidden something in plain sight. It’s either in the words or photos. The blog is dying to show you, but thinks you should have some game-playing fun while you drink your tea.
If you don’t like this game, maybe we’ll play Scrabble.
Kiah, Doris and Barry (and Lori if you happen to stop by this blog) simply cannot play. You know too much. The rest of you are fair game.
What secret do you think the blog is withholding from you until tomorrow?
No, it’s not the fact that we might have to buy a new (translation: used) car in the next couple of days. Not the shining car above. Grandma’s Buick is the one that is gasping and sputtering and dying. She’s down to her last maroon-colored breath. She’s very old, the dear Buick. The car was born in 1995, and we inherited her (via my mom) after Grandma died in 2000. We’ve nursed her past the 200,000 mark.
And now she’s exhibiting the death rattle.
Barry just said, “Kathy, can you go on-line and look for cars after you write your blog?”
Sigh…OK. Please, dear Spirit of Automobiles, help us find the perfect car. Maybe another Buick Century or an Impala. Between 50,000-60,000 miles. A 2005-2007. Any way one might exist for $8,000? OK, OK, the car dealer said $11,000.
Barry will get the shining silver Buick 2003 pictured above and yours truly will drive the new car. (He shall drive the Studebaker pickup truck to work tomorrow. To ensure he gets there safely.)
Dear reader, your time is up! It’s now or never. What secret hides in this blog? Where does it hide?
You have three guesses.
Stay tuned until tomorrow–I’ll make sure the blog quits being playful by then and ‘fesses up.