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.
This week (fortnight actually) our small blogging group are answering a question we found in a poem and using it as a starting point for our writing. Helen suggested a few poets and their questions. I am sticking with her first suggestion “Have you noticed…” from Ghosts by Mary Oliver.
With all the panicked toilet paper hording, many people have resorted to buying facial tissues and at least one Facebook friend posted a photo of dinner napkins she bought when she could find no toilet paper. I even heard that one newspaper printed 8 blank pages for emergency toilet paper. Other Facebook friends are discussing what to do when all the paper in the house is used up (take a shower for #2 was one response). My immediate thought is don’t flush those facial tissues or napkins or paper towels. Hell, don’t even flush “flushable personal wipes”.
King Arthur Flour is out of flour
Of course. The hoarders bought up all the flour in stores, but I never would expect the king of flour to run out of flour! But it has. I can deal with no TP but I really need to bake bread. If not for eating, to deal with anxiety.
I deleted my Facebook app
I had a meltdown Friday night after spending the past couple days and several hours on Friday reading articles people posted on Facebook. I was convinced I was going to die and not live to see my retirement date or sit on the brand new deck or in the brand new “lodge” in warm weather. I would tell you what the articles were, but I don’t want you to have a meltdown too. Listen to Tony…
Facebook is not all bad
I did see some amusing things on Facebook today after I recovered from Friday’s meltdown*. My favorite was someone who’d just cleaned out their deep freezer after 20 years: “Threw out old frozen foods, the freeze dried remains of two budgies and ten betta fish, and found where the good glass containers were hiding.” I told them that they should use this as the first line in a short story or novel.
*just because I deleted my app does not mean I am not reading Facebook sometimes…