We lose many things simply out of fear of losing them. (Paulo Coelho)
Anthropomorphic. Yup, I admit it. In this short blog, my coffee cup understands every word I say. I’m too lost in my own overfull agenda to hear it.
“Holy grounds, I had that mug a second ago. Where the heck did it go?”
“Before you made stew in the crock-pot, checked your email, put in a load of wash, emptied the dishwasher…By the way, my contents are iceberg cold.”
I walk through the kitchen, living room, and dining room.
“That wasn’t a second ago.” The cup’s tone is as cold as the coffee.
“Come on. Where are you? I need to leave for art class in less than thirty minutes.”
“Try locked in the microwave. Put in your hearing aids. Follow the beeps. Please, lady. I’d open the door by myself, but your screaming would crack my surface. I’ve heard your descant. You strike a mighty high range.”
“Oh, there it is. Maybe if I heat it again, I’ll have time to drink at least half.”
“Then leave me with a dark ring around my middle. Gee thanks.”
“Now to get my shoes…Wait a minute! I know I took them off while I was on the couch.”
“Hah, hah,” says a black, old slip-on from just under the sofa. “I thought I would help us both out a bit, mug. She takes me for granted, too.”
Some of my things have a bizarre sense of humor.
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