“You are a child of the Universe no less than the trees & the Stars” I adore this cup. Thank you Robyn!
This is part two of an ongoing series about the short lifespan of my drinking vessels. I figure that this will be series, seeing that I am continually graceful. To subscribe to my blog go to the comments section and select ‘subscribe’.
Unexpectedly, I was gifted a mug from Robyn the other day by way of her husband as he was over to visit Kass. Later she explained why I received that particular mug. While having tea parties at her house on Tea Thursdays I use a variety of different cups. I am a bit thirsty typically and go through tea fairly quickly. So once in awhile I get handed a huge cup. One of these huge cups was my favorite, as I love anything that references the moon and stars (I have Starry Night tattooed on my upper right arm). Robyn, remembering that, sent this particular cup my way. I was thrilled and flattered by her thoughtfulness.
I noted that of my blog posts, the original “And This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things” post was one of the more recent favorites. Additionally, I note that when I am doing my impromptu stories with strangers that me breaking stuff is a crowd pleaser. I was explaining my penchant for smashing things unintentionally to a friend, when a 9 year old that was listening to the conversation interrupted to ask what else I have broken with a huge grin on his face. I obliged him with a story of course.
A couple weeks ago, some of Eowyn’s friends got married in our back yard. It was a lovely ceremony with delicious food and fun people. In an effort to aide the cleanup a bit, they rented tables, chairs and…. get this… drinking glasses. You’re a smart cookie, I bet you can see where this is going. After the round of funny and thoughtful toasts to the couple, the meandering and socializing began. I wandered over to the makeshift bar table, which was conveniently adjacent to my little house.
After pouring myself a drink in one of the glasses provided, I decided it would behoove me to use the bathroom before I got caught up socializing. I pondered briefly about leaving the glass on the bar table, but figured my likelihood of breaking it was slim, seeing as I was going to be outside most of the time. I walked about 6 feet to my house to go up the stairs. I have two steps (three if you count the landing), and I have a black rug I have had in the middle of the stairs for traction, mostly during the winter. Well this rug was not providing traction this day.
I have no real artistic talent when handed a paintbrush. Hence swirls and dots.
In the blink of an eye, the rug slips out from under me mid-stride, halfway up my stairs taking both of my feet with it. I become airborne, still clutching the cup determined not to drop it (or spill my freshly poured delicious alcoholic beverage). Before my rump can connect with a solid surface to land, my right elbow connects with the landing to The Fortune Cookie. In a super comical fashion, my elbow is struck in the portion that makes your hand release. In a brief second the $3.50 rented glass is skyrocketed upwards into the air.
I tried in vain to catch this glass with my other hand as my rump painfully connected with my stairs and my rug flew to the side. I watched the glass land in a slow motion mockery of my gracefulness as it SHATTERED into a million little pieces on my freshly cleaned floor. This cup looked fairly sturdy, like a thinner version of a mason jar. This appearance was a complete lie. It broke and flew 14 feet across my house. The amazing part of this entire display is that no one noticed. I mean, there was 30 some people in the yard and no one noticed. I cannot tell you how sad I was that I couldn’t share in my utter disbelief and humor at the ridiculous display I had just made of myself.
I collected myself and cleaned up the glass, used the restroom, grabbed a plastic cup and poured myself another drink. I told the groom I had broken one of their cups and he laughed, shrugged and said it was no big deal. I offered to reimburse him for it and he laughed and said don’t worry about it. I later told the bride and she said the same thing. I think a part of me wanted to repent, because I broke something that wasn’t mine… in my house.
However, I did end up with a large bruise on my elbow the shape of Texas. When I bruise you cannot usually see them, which is nice cosmetically but makes me forget that they are there. So for about a week, my table manners were excellent as it hurt quite badly when I would place my right elbow on any surface. Surprisingly, my rear connected in such a way with the ground that it didn’t hurt afterwards. I think I have too much practice at it now.
The second cup pictured is a cup Stone found for me recently amidst our piles of joint stuff. He remembered me drinking out of it and gave it to me, knowing that I’ve broken a few of my cups. Needless to say, I have two ‘new’ cups and I am up to three tea cups now. I’m pretty excited. Stay tuned for “And This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things” part three, I doubt it will be too long.
~Kera
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