I drank from it this morning. The morning prior, too. First time in months. My fingers fumbled, then settled on the upper right-hand cabinet. The one with the squeaky hinge and a hint of water damage on its inner surface. Both the cabinet squeak and stain on my to-do list. Other stains, too. I’ll take care of them some day. When I’m less busy drinking my messy and blessed life. First J. Then Q. Finally, S. My babies. Soon men.
We have our traditions. Thick with love that binds like sticky paste. Simple pleasures. Like purchasing a mug on each family adventure. New places – new mugs, Strict criteria.
I think of the mug I hid for so long. Purchased on an unexpected road trip to a beach town. Full of tourists, sandy dunes, and a small boardwalk weighted with arcades – skeeball, jackpot, hoo
