I've been lucky in not having lost any of my nearest and dearest to war, but I have inherited my great uncle's military trunk as my coffee table--he was a casualty in WWII. My dad never spoke about his time in Korea except to give us the impression that he was always well behind the lines doing boring stuff, but with his passing and the loss of my uncle this past year, I learned more than I ever had before about some of what they did when they served together. Some of it was the kind of stuff that many men would brag about afterwards, but there must have been some horrors too, to so tie his tongue on that subject--when he was so voluble about everything else. Fortunately, when he was speaking about tea, I listened.
No picnic for tea here, unless going out into the yard to have some tea counts. This has been a househunting weekend--the excitement of a beautifully staged open house, the horror of the financial implications of terrifyingly high purchase prices, the fun puzzles of 'how could I fit my stuff into THIS house? where would TeaCentral be?' one place I'm looking at has a series of perfect outoor tea nooks.
Starting the day with the end of a pouch of Wu Niu Zao green tea from Norbu, brewed in a Petr Novak shiboridashi, and drinking out of my Cory Lum 'beach' bildoro yunomi.
A few times I've been very quiet on eBay auction items hoping no one would sneak in and run away with the auction, but there have also been one or two times where I've posted a link to an item on etsy hoping someone else would buy it, and save me from my own TAD. So it goes both ways!
One I kept quiet about, and that still had an underbidder who pushed the price up more than 3 times the original minimum bid:Kazuwa guinomi
, on Flickr
and here's one
I was hoping someone would save me from, and indeed, it sold to someone else before I broke down and bought it. But then when he posted this one
I was very quiet while it grew on me...