When I first moved up to the farm, the internet options were satellite or dial-up. I tried satellite but it was so bad I reverted to dial-up. That was around 2002.
I had gotten involved in following a few blogs on a blogging network, and they offered a mug if you paid a sponsorship. I got the mug and used it for years as a catch-cup and measurer under my coffee grinder.
The other day I fumbled to grab my phone off the counter, which stretched the power cord, and launched the mug onto the floor. Things in the world are so random like that.
So it goes.
I haz a sad. I have irreplaceable stuff that would literally make me cry if I broke them.
:-( I have shed many a tear over, not spilled milk, but broken glass. That mug looks like it was *useful*, too. That really hurts.
kestrel@#3:
:-( I have shed many a tear over, not spilled milk, but broken glass. That mug looks like it was *useful*, too. That really hurts.
It used to give me a little happy every time I made covfefe. What I should have done was put it in my memory drawer and used something made of polypropylene. But in order to appreciate things we sometimes have to expose them to risk.
Superglue. Or maybe epoxy.
A thing like that I would glue with epoxy for the memory drawer (shelf).
Unfortunately the bottom mostly disintegrated. The only piece that was large wound up stuck in my foot.
The mug is now purely a memory and I will probably forget it.
This does put in my mind to write about my memories drawer
OWWWWWW!! I hope you are okay.
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I remember when I was around 10-12 years old, my mom dropped a knife that somehow went point down into the top of her foot. It wasn’t really serious, but that is the kind of thing that if you were trying to do it, it would be impossible to accomplish.
it’s a tool, it has no purpose if it’s not used. i have a bunch of crockery that embody a lot of memories of my partner who died a few years ago. It’s really sad when any of it gets broken, but at the same time by using it every day i get to touch it and remember using it with her. If i stick it in a box and never see it i don’t get that joy of use, and that memory.
maybe you can turn it into a pot or something? the missing bit in the bottom will just add drainage
Memorabilia are for other people. Like diaries, I guess — some people need crutches.
(I don’t even own a camera)
John Morales
Bless your heart.
Sorry you’ve lost a useful object d’art. If you lived closer to the sea I’d tell you to toss it into the surf. That’s nicely thick glass with interesting markings. It would make some sweet pieces of seaglass.
voyager@#12:
It would make some sweet pieces of seaglass.
Speaking of.. I think I (finally) have a plan for some seaglass.
johnson catman@#8:
I remember when I was around 10-12 years old, my mom dropped a knife that somehow went point down into the top of her foot. It wasn’t really serious, but that is the kind of thing that if you were trying to do it, it would be impossible to accomplish.
I did that with some scissors! It was around 1974 and I still have the scar from it. The damn things just stood up in the top of my foot, quivering.
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I remember being quite young when I felt my a squelchy feeling in my foot; I took my sandshoe off and found a broken bit of bottle had sliced through the sole and into my foot, quite painlessly but resulting in a pool of blood. Nothing wrong with my pain receptors, but obviously broken glass can be quite sharp.