daddy & me
February 4, 2009
me and the dad and the first capp of the day, shortly followed by a second americano in the same cups. it’s nice to have someone else to drink with and hear his cup clink in the saucer whilst i drink my own and toil away at worthy causes like making money.
room for more of my stuff
December 1, 2008
as my grinds impart essences of life, peppiness and possible carcinogens to my hot water this morning, i face the inevitable and empty the dishwasher. it appears we* may have unpacked too much stuff. this is not a comment i make lightly. i love my stuff. but i recognize it will not all fit in our new digs and we eventually will need to move to a very large farm house with garage, barn and potting shed to accommodate all of, basically, my stuff. i am comfortable with this scenario. in fact, i hope the farm house, garage, barn and potting shed have some stuff in it already from the previous owners.
but it is this continual unpacking of too much stuff that things like my most favoritest mug in the world come to light. this one truly the best as it was hand made especially for me by my oldest and dearest friend whitney, complete with right hand thumb nook for easy holding in the palm of my hand.
*we = my husband. again.
if you like, i can get all poetic about it, explain how the exterior is the color of the creek we used to frequent in our hometown, how it looks like she carved out a truncated triangle of mud and clay from the bank, formed a cup using her imagination and dreams, then convinced the stormy night sky with embers of evening bluing its horizon to slide inside.
