I am studiously staying away from the blogging by mobile option. Ya'll do not want to see what weird things I'd blog about if I could do it anytime from anywhere.
"oh, look! That cloud looks like a bunny!"
or "This is what I'm having for lunch"
or "what kind of a bug is that?"
This is my coffee-mug that goes everywhere with me. I bought it at a gas station in Maine, on a road trip, thirteen years ago.
Now, this is not going to turn into one of those blogs...You know the ones. The blogger tells you all about every detail of every day, "So, like, OMG! I totally found the cutest shoes on sale, and..."Not gonna happen.
I was thinking though, it's funny how small items lend a sense of continuity and flow to our lives. This mug has been all over the US and Canada, with me. It's lasted longer than any relationship I've ever had. It outlived my good dog, Grady, who was with me on that trip. We camped on Bar Harbor, and there was the most amazing thunderstorm late one night in Delaware in the campground on the beach, and my gf-at-the-time got so mad at me in Ann Arbor, I thought she was going to leave me there...
And all those complex memories and emotions are keyed for me by a silly coffee mug with a cartoon lobster. We attach sentimental value to these small things, for what they tether us to. There's something sweet about that.
So, Dawno, maybe we do want to hear about that cloud that looks like a bunny, or what you had for lunch. Not because lunch is that interesting--but because the first time you ever had tempura was the time you got sold to that white-slaver ring in Shanghai...