After we moved into our new home three years ago, I developed a tea ritual: Almost every morning I take my mug outside to the front porch. Even in winter, I wrap up in a blanket and enjoy my tea outdoors. It’s a lovely interlude of peace and serenity… or it was, until last week.
In the summer, my ritual has an extra step: I have to put a hat on Hubby’s car. Not because the car or I care anything about fashion; it’s just that when the sun is at its summer height, it reflects annoyingly off the windshield and into my eyes. My wide-brimmed hat is always by the door, so that’s my default sunshade.
Last week I carried out my mug of tea and sat down in my favourite chair, only to receive a ‘glaring’ reminder that I’d forgotten to put the hat on the car. I hauled myself up again, grabbed the hat, and plopped it onto the windshield before returning to my chair.
And that’s when everything went to hell.
We still don’t have a proper front porch — it’s just a patch of gravel awaiting concrete. We’ve laid a small piece of plywood down so we don’t get our feet dirty, but only the front legs of the chairs are on the plywood. So they’re a tad unstable. As was I. (I realize the jury is still out on my mental stability; but I’m talking about physical stability here.)
My foot bobbled on the edge of the plywood and I sat down rather more quickly and inaccurately than I’d intended. My hand caught the edge of the little table that held my tea mug, and my butt hit the seat cushion at the same time as approximately a pint of hot tea.
Turns out that our chair cushions are waterproof enough to hold a pint of tea in a convenient butt-shaped puddle for exactly the amount of time it takes for two short messages to flash through my stunned synapses: “Shit, I spilled my tea” and “OH-SHIT-THAT’S-HOT!”
I launched out of the chair like it was an ejection seat, then immediately turned my ejected seat into the breeze in an attempt to cool the steaming fabric. Then, standing there plucking soggy pants away from my parboiled butt and eyeing the chair with its wet cushion and incriminating puddle below, I burst out laughing. Not for the first time, I gave thanks that we live out in the middle of nowhere and there were no witnesses.
I always drop a few ice cubes into my tea to bring it down to drinkable temperature, so the only damage was to my dignity. Fortunately I wasn’t over-endowed with dignity in the first place, so it’s not much of a loss.
But it’s gonna be a while before I can completely relax again with a mug of tea…
Book 16 update: Everything has been on hold while I’ve dealt with the time-consuming and annoying transfer of my paperback publishing to a new distributor. It’s (mostly) done now, so I’m looking forward to getting back to Book 16 this week!