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The Girl at the Bottom of the Cup

I first saw the girl at the bottom of the cup about the time I was old enough to drink milk/juice/Kool-Aid from a big-girl cup. I was young enough to wonder who she was. She was always at the bottom of the cup, no matter where I was when I drank from a cup. I remember being reassured that life was normal when she appeared at the bottom of the cup after we’d moved into our new house around the time I was five years-old. I considered her a friend.

At some point I no longer looked for her, but when I did, she was always there. Also, at some point I realized it was my reflection — although her nose was much bigger than mine. Over the years there are long stretches of time that I don’t even think about the girl at the bottom of my cup, but then I see her again.

Lately, in the morning when I take my last few sips of coffee, I notice her there at the bottom of my coffee mug. I think she’s more noticeable when the coffee cup is dark, but she’s there in light colored cups too. I don’t think she’s at the bottom of transparent glassware though. I guess I have never checked.

I wanted to get this on the blog because I don’t think I have ever told anyone about the girl at the bottom of the cup. Now I have. I’ll bet you have someone at the bottom of your cup too.

She’s right there, under that coffee

Happy Birthday Dad

We’ll raise a glass to you tonight. Hope you’re enjoying your afterlife.

My dad was born 93 years ago today. Or according to him, tomorrow. He always claimed that he was born just after midnight but the doctor who delivered him was drunk and wrote the wrong date on the birth certificate. Also, according to my dad, he wrote the wrong middle name too. It was supposed to be Manville instead of Manuel. I have no idea if any of that is accurate, but that’s what he claimed. I also don’t know if I am remembering it correctly.

Nonetheless, March 7th is the day we always celebrated his birthday.