My snowman cup

Today I took a picture of my coffee cup by mistake. At first I was frustrated because my phone just goes into camera mode for no (what I can figure out) logical reason. But then I started to see that indeed I am still using my snowman cup and I want spring to finally arrive in North America. So, of course I finished drinking my coffee from my snowman cup, washed it and put it way back in the cupboard, not to be seen until December.

I love that cup though, mostly because of its design, the way it is easy to hold and from which to sip. Hmmm...will I manage without the snowman cup for nine long months? I could pick up another cup designed like it from the dollar bin at the local store? But it's not the same. It's not broken in.

Most people would say that I'm being ridiculous. My mother would have said I was being ridiculous. But, there are very few things I hang onto in my world. One of them is my daily coffee "experience". I did not drink coffee until I was 30 years old, mostly because of the acidic effect it had on my body, and second because I didn't like the after taste. But my girlfriend of days gone by then introduced me to Starbucks coffee and I was hooked for life. I knew I could buy it to have at home, and also then bought a very fancy coffee maker. Every morning I would get up at 5 am, before the kids awoke and sit with my coffee on the porch or near a window if it was cold. I would journal, write my thoughts. Once I was done with my first cup, the chaos began in the household. 

Once again I am in the time of my life where I have the liberty to sit by my window or out on the deck (once spring does arrive) and write my thoughts every morning. What a delight to be close to retirement age, an age when I can choose what I do, when....and also what a delight my snowman cup is to me. I think I'll keep using it until next winter. Spring will come anyway.

oh...and...now I most often write my thoughts at the old computer where I wrote my first book. It makes me feel connected.