tea time

When I was a kid I used to smoke tea.  Yes, I know that's not what it's for, but none the less I did it.  Cigarettes were expensive and hard to get, I was too lazy & scared to do drugs (yes you can be too lazy to do drugs, in my way of thinking getting illegal drugs was a lot of work).  So I'd smoke tea and other ingestibles.

My friend and I would go to my house after school and raid the pantry looking for teas or herbs that we could roll up in a piece of notebook paper (I was a very naive 13 year old... I had not idea about cigarette papers and even if I had I would have been too cheap and lazy to get them).  We were convinced that the caffeinated teas would make us really hyper... so they did (after we were all done coughing up a lung).  We knew, just knew that chamomile tea would mellow us out, so sure enough once we were done coughing up the other lung we got calm and reflective.  The power of the mind is an amazing thing.

Tea.  I smoked tea when I was a kid.  What the hell is up with that?  What was I thinking?  Worse yet I smoked it rolled in binder paper.  That's just nuts.  And all of this?  It comes to mind because I'm sitting at the table re purposing tea tins.  You see now that I can afford to buy things to smoke, I don't want to smoke anything.  So I buy tea... and then imagine this... I brew and drink it.  But I'm left with all these fantastic metal tea tins.  What to do with them?

I can't smoke em....

It's against my nature to throw them away.  I'd hate just chucking them in the recycling bin.  So instead I've tucked them away waiting for a burst of brilliance.  Now that I have that burst of brilliance (I'm using them as map cases for K's birthday adventure) all I can do is sit and wonder why on earth I ever thought to smoke tea.

Damn I hope my kid is smarter than I was.