Last night the Bumble Book Club met at a Chinese restaurant to discuss Sarah Rose's book For All The Tea in China. First, the book. If you are a history buff, tea buff, gardening/botany buff, China buff, India buff, Anglophile or even crave a fascinating read about the greatest act of corporate espionage in history, you want to get this book.
After our meal and discussion, I cracked open my fortune cookie (which is funny, since For All The Tea in China is about Robert Fortune, who we stumbled upon in Bill Bryson's book At Home which led to choosing Sarah Rose's book for October's read). I chuckled as I read my fortune:
You are going to pass a difficult test.
It is Friday. Tonight is my final training session before my 2nd degree black belt test. After training I will fly through the shower and go to bowling league. After bowling I'll un-tape my ankle and sleep. At 8:30 Saturday morning I'll watch Mr. G at flag football, followed by Mr. B at 10:00. At 1:30 my difficult test begins. My final 3 miles of running. My final strikes, hits, kicks, jumps and spins. (You better believe I'm putting dinner in a crock pot--no way am I cooking after I get home.) I foresee no problems passing.
On Sunday Mr. D and I will go to the Packer game with friends, M and V. M is a relative of Mr. D's, he stood up in our wedding and he and Mr. D were (are?) Ghost Players together. M was in the movie Field of Dreams, the catcher with the handlebar mustache. Baseball guys at a football game, which Green Bay will win because this state is on a roll. They've never been to Lambeau and I always get a kick out of bringing people there for their first time. (I'll wear my Greg Jennings jersey and sit in the south end zone, just in case you're looking for me.)
Naturally my baseball husband will watch the Brewers play Sunday night, hoping Our Fair State will continue to dominate. I'll curl up beside him with an ice pack on my ankle and a cup of hot tea in my hand. Tea. From seeds stolen out of China, transplanted on mountainsides in India, shipped to America and steeped in a mug also imported from China.
On Sunday Mr. D and I will go to the Packer game with friends, M and V. M is a relative of Mr. D's, he stood up in our wedding and he and Mr. D were (are?) Ghost Players together. M was in the movie Field of Dreams, the catcher with the handlebar mustache. Baseball guys at a football game, which Green Bay will win because this state is on a roll. They've never been to Lambeau and I always get a kick out of bringing people there for their first time. (I'll wear my Greg Jennings jersey and sit in the south end zone, just in case you're looking for me.)
Naturally my baseball husband will watch the Brewers play Sunday night, hoping Our Fair State will continue to dominate. I'll curl up beside him with an ice pack on my ankle and a cup of hot tea in my hand. Tea. From seeds stolen out of China, transplanted on mountainsides in India, shipped to America and steeped in a mug also imported from China.
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