My dear friend Julia just gave me tea at her house, and I must say it was lovely. She certainly knows how to make a pot of tea, despite the fact she is half-Indian. Though I suppose her ancestors had plenty of practice under the British Empire. We were commenting on the rainy weather and how it wreaks havoc on our sinuses. She said something to the effect that she was rapidly becoming like those elderly women who keep bunches of tissues in sleeves and in huddles by their beds. I responded that I had already become one of those ladies, holding the firm belief that one should never leave the house without an umbrella or tissues.
With the rainy weather—it is spring, after all—I am forced to bring huge clumpfuls of tissues to the grocery store and library. I’ve even taken to untangling the messes of Kleenex in a private corner or even the bathroom just to avoid stares.
Julia agreed such sinus problems are a great burden and reminded me that we had been talking about Sudan just a moment previous. I clasped my hands and apologized: I’m just such a scatterbrain! Begin on one subject and my mind naturally gravitates toward another. My creativity can be a burden.
Julia showed me some lovely little measuring cups she got at this store Anthropologie that were so quaint. But now I am afraid they are too much like something an old cat lady would own, so I have declined her offer to visit the store some time later this week. One must have boundaries.
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