Thanks for the sweat tea advice. And I'm glad your mother is doing well.
As for the dry erase hoax, it caught me, too. It latched onto a moment of national zeitgeist when combined with the Jet Blue freakout. We wanted it to be true, and I think there will be folks who still it's true. Give it a bit, and there will be another Jenny, completely independent of this one, running around the net.
My mother had the Kafka-esque experience of having her Medicare hospice benefit revoked for not dying fast enough. Her condition improved so much once she was dealing with people who were concerned with her well-being rather than with "fixing" her that she out-lived Medicare's definition of "terminal."
(She can re-apply once she gets sick enough again...)
The only thing I can think is that it must cross a threshhold into a different experience entirely. Maybe at full strength it's no longer "holy cr&p what's wrong with this tea" but a completely different drink, no longer overly sweetened tea.
Which reminds me of when I went with Mom to family camp one week* and she was sleeping in and I'd discovered how to make coffee palatable to my 10 or 11 year old palate. My recipe included a whole lot of sugar and cream and a bit of water to cool it. Brought some back to her, and she tasted it and thought it okay . . . while she thought it was made of some random stuff from the forest I'd been taught was edible. Once it was known to be coffee it was anathema.
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As for the dry erase hoax, it caught me, too. It latched onto a moment of national zeitgeist when combined with the Jet Blue freakout. We wanted it to be true, and I think there will be folks who still it's true. Give it a bit, and there will be another Jenny, completely independent of this one, running around the net.
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(She can re-apply once she gets sick enough again...)
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Which reminds me of when I went with Mom to family camp one week* and she was sleeping in and I'd discovered how to make coffee palatable to my 10 or 11 year old palate. My recipe included a whole lot of sugar and cream and a bit of water to cool it. Brought some back to her, and she tasted it and thought it okay . . . while she thought it was made of some random stuff from the forest I'd been taught was edible. Once it was known to be coffee it was anathema.
*Pocono Environmental Education Center, who have a pretty neat looking website. And now I really need to move workward.
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