Yesterday I accidentally broke one of my favourite bowls. I had bought it years ago from a yard sale precisely cos I thought it so pretty. I had a plate or two of a similar pattern and the frilly-edged-bowl and floral pattern surrounded by a band of crimson then lacy gold appealed to me. The people I bought it from wanted to give me a whole set of dishes...for the cost of the bowl. Apparently years ago you could build up a set of this patterned china when you bought gas. And one of their relatives had done just that. Anyway, the bowl chipped to a point where I could no longer justify its use although thinking about it now I want to rescue it from the garbage and smash it to use as mosaic pieces. I'll resist that. I try to live by the Buddha saying: The vase is already broken. It reminds me to live in the moment, to appreciate everything for as long as I have it because all things are temporary, including myself and each other. So I tried not to regret breaking the bowl. When I mentioned it to Rob, he said, nonchalantly, "Ah yes. And I broke the wings off your gargoyle today, too." "What?" "Well, you know how it's under the light switch? I was looking for a shirt for the funeral and knocked the gargoyle onto the floor. But it's a clean break. It can be fixed. They just...fell off." "The gargoyle reminds me of Grandpop." "We just need some monkey glue. It'll be good as new." My gargoyle with his broken-off wings. I had originally bought him as a present for my dad as the space between the gargoyle's upper lip and nose reminded me of my grandpop. But then I couldn't part with him and thought Dad wouldn't really appreciate him. I did show him to Mam and Dad. Mam understood the likeness immediately. Today I lost my silver pinky ring...at work I think. Not for the first time. I hope it'll turn up again, the way it always has. I lost it for a few weeks once at home.
Anyway, it's been that kind of a week in a way. The latter part certainly. Yesterday was the funeral of my friend Val's dad. Rob also had another funeral or celebration of life to go to yesterday. And a visitation tonight and another funeral tomorrow. Finally tomorrow evening we have a wedding to go to. Earlier in the week Lea (my ex-sister-in-law/ now chosen sister) visited from Barrie and we visited Kakabeka Falls, had dinner with Dane and Rob and my other chosen sister/ex-sister-in-law, Brenda at the Prospector and had lunch at Tulips Cafe at Vanderwees Nursery. All in all, it's been a week of absorbing and acknowledging the importance of other people and their impact on our lives. Cherish the people in your life who make it what it is. Remember, the vase is already broken.
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Fran
7/14/2018 04:45:54 pm
A week for real reflection for you and those you love, Sue.
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maggie p
7/16/2018 04:19:00 pm
love that gargoyle Souley :)
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AuthorWelcome! I'm Sue Blott: a writer of all things, a poet at heart, mom, wife, daughter, step-mom, grandma, tea drinker, tai chi-er, mystic, artist, dreamer...and now a blogger! This is my world. Categories |