All is not lost. We spent the day at Galveston, walking around the beach and shopping. Of all the shops we went into, the last place I would have expected to pick something up was Mikasa – but we got a teapot and a glass cordial decanter. I owe Erika five (now four) glass bottles from a bet I made regarding my income tax refund, and I promised Mom I’d pick up a whistling teakettle after I repeatedly left a pot of water boiling on the stove while I worked. I make coffee using a french press, and I seem to have developed a nasty habit of boiling pots dry.
