Phoenix is Green

The herbage is a foot deep outside my door, in the empty lot that is usually nothing but a barren field of broken glass and pebbles, and used exclusively by dirt bikers. I wish I were in Turkey with my sister. Casson says so, too. But we're going to San Diego this weekend, which is almost as nice. I can barely bend over anymore, so we'll see how the bike management goes. Nadine and I got the tea-service at BORDERS again, yesterday. I know that Mike and Robin had been there before because "their" books, Mascot and She Got Up Off the Couch, were both on the Please Reshelve-rack, and looked slightly more used than a pair of brand new books should appear. The tea-service: a-hem. First of all, let me say "tea service" makes it the most fabulous item on the menu. Forget paper cups... let's get back to teapots and teacups and lovely service. What if this were an option for all coffee drinks once again? I think even Starbucks used to have the option: for-here or to-go cups. Now they are subliminally communicating inhospitality. Anyways, I wish I could say that this all led to lower prices for coffee drinks, but it doesn't seem to. The exact opposite happens with the tea-service...$2.65 for a pot and any number of teacups? And you don't throw anything away (except Sugar-in-the-Raw packets).