It was 1998. I read a book by Deepak Chopra about Ayurvedic medicine. I was putting the recommendations into place. I bought a tongue scraper*, a loofah for dry-skin brushing, made some ghee.
(*I still have that same tongue scraper and it’s something I heartily recommend. Get a tongue scraper. Your mouth health will improve!)
I was supposed to drink peppermint tea in the afternoon. However, there was no way to make peppermint tea at my place of work.**
(**Motion Industries, Somerville, Mass. First job out of college)
So one dark New England night, I convinced my college boyfriend (at that point, I guess he was a post-college boyfriend) to drive me to a local variety store whose name escapes my memory. There, I bought a full-length mirror, and this thermos.
I didn’t take to the peppermint tea ritual. But the thermos hung around and later, working at the Extension service, I would boil water in the morning, drop in a tea bag, and then drink the two cups of tea over the course of the morning. That habit followed me to the next job, and the next, and to the current job.
But today, this thermos was dropped one too many times and it has ceased to function. I’m very sad to see it go. I liked getting two cups out of tea out of one tea bag. I liked the sound the tea made when it poured from the thermos. I drew comfort from using the same item year after year.
Thermos, you’ve been well worth whatever the amount I paid for you. (I’m pretty sure it was less than $15.) Thank you for such good service.