Where I find myself quite infatuated with playing the words.
I commented in an earlier entry on how one might find themselves caught up amid my procedure.
I am Grateful:
1. The lights have stayed on with very little flicker. 2. The rain let up enough, the dogs and I did not get too severely soaked on their walks. 3. Pens – indeed, I advised you, I am a fan of all things PEN! 4. My brand of Chicken Cooked Pasta. 5. I am doing well with curbing my diet soda habit.
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As most of you may know, I lost my Mom several years ago after being her full-time caregiver for some years.
We both collected cups, although Mom had an altogether more impressive cache having had more money to spend.
We were active in CBC as long as she could go without danger or humiliation. In the singles group, I met Bernice, but she soon became a treasured friend of us both. She gave my Mom the cup above, which is by far one of the most unique I have seen.
This work of art was stored in a curio cabinet in the common area. A few weeks ago, as I was walking my circle through the house, I heard the beginning of a crash.
I was right beside the cabinet on my path, and an assortment of glass, ceramic, and china things Mom collected and painted fell out on the floor. The stud that held the shelf let go and tilted so that with the accumulated weight, the door opened, and much tumbled out to shatter.
The unique cup Bernice gifted Mom was not on that shelf, thankfully. I have been moving it around the house, hoping to keep it safe.
I was crushed that several figures Mom painted after I taught her how to help with her tremors were destroyed. I hope there are no such future occurrences.
I think this cup is so unusual; I thought I would share.
My mom and I collected mugs for a while. She bought a lot more of them than I did because me being on Disability, the money did not go too far., I have some on my bookshelves and around.
There were some she had decorating the kitchen on hooks. When Alex came home, he kept breaking them, so I took some down.
This one I used last night was hers. I think I am amping up to do it again.
Sleep, who needs it?
Sometimes I dream of opening up a shop where coffee is served in mom’s mugs, and I pick a book after talking for a few minutes with the customer. If they sit down and decide, they want one or both the things I chose; I sell them. Otherwise, they return them, and all they are out is the cost of a coffee and maybe a pastry.
My son says it could work, but I have no money for space. I think, since I have been told, I can see into a person’s soul that I would be oftener right than mistaken.
Know anybody who would invest in such an idea? Yeah, me neither.
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