Ginger Tea.

Yesterday was my day off. I built a fort at the beach. It was sturdy and dependable. It's weakness: the rain.  As I lay under the shade of my fort, reading Sea Wolf by Jack London, it began to rain. Sopping pages tearing from between the covers of Mr. London's novel.  I was forced to retreat home...soaking wet and sandy. Clearly, the island did not want me to enjoy my day off at the beach. I accept that. 

Returning home, I came across a ginger root that I had bought weeks ago.  I decided to make some fresh ginger tea.  The directions for making ginger tea: 
1. find a ginger root. 
2. peel the ginger root.  Don't know how? Use a spoon ya dinkus. 
3. chop, slice, or grade the ginger. 
4. You should have been boiling water while completing steps 2 & 3. 
5. Put ginger into boiling water.  Time needed: who knows? Let's just see what happens.  Don't wing it, though. There's a big difference between wingin' it and seeing what happens. Now, let's see what happens. 
6. 20 minutes later....strain the pieces of ginger from the boiling water. 
7. The tea is ready to go. Careful, it's frightfully strong and terribly hot.  Add some mint and honey if you like.  


Finished making the tea, I tried to transfer the piping hot water into a glass...misjudging the size of the glass, it overflowed, burning my hand and causing me to drop the glass. All but a tiny sip of the ginger tea was left.  Clearly, the island did not want me to enjoy a glass of fresh, homemade, healthy ginger tea. So be it.  

Today, I woke up at 8:23...I was supposed to be at work at 8.  No one was there to open because I have the keys.  I slept through my alarm, which is something that I've never done.  The island clearly didn't want me to be on time for work, today.  Fair enough.  

I think the island is trying to tell me something.  

Aloha, 

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