so close to that first morning cup…..
“coffee smells like magic and fairytales.”
met my dear friend at a recently reopened local diner
for breakfast and a long overdue catch-up
mid-breakfast she noticed the variety of cups they used
all from other sources
mine was covered with the logo of an alcoholic beverage
hers bore the name of a blood pressure/heart medication
luck of the draw, kind of like a fortune cookie
can make or break your whole day
we had a great laugh and talked about
how we both choose our morning mugs for coffee depending on our moods and needs
each morning we seek out and grab, without much conscious thought, the mug we need to start that day
do we reach for –
the inspirational-phrased mug, the heavy mug, the ego-boosting mug, the gift mug, sentimental mug, the deep thought mug, the light as a feather delicate china mug with the flora or fauna, art mug, clean mug, favorite place mug, photo mug, travel mug, joke mug, big mug, little mug, ironic mug, two-hands needed mug, favorite color – shape – size, ceramic, plastic, paper, metal, glass, unbreakable mug?
i knew we were friends for a reason.
“i have a mug that actually verifies that i’m the world’s best dad.
that’s a mug. that’s not me talking.
you can’t just buy those.”
when the coffee falls
right as everything is ready
waiting to be poured
about to brew
soon to be sipped
it becomes precious
so you laugh or cry or both.
“The coffee was never served. It boiled over, spattered them all,
and wet a costly tablecloth and the baroness’s dress.
But it served the end that was desired for it gave rise to many jests and merry peals of laughter.”
― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
when hurrying through a drive-through
to grab a quick cup of coffee
at taco bell
(which should have given me pause in the first place)
they handed me my coffee
a bag, a spork, and a little cup of thick crema.
maybe they’re too hipster for me
and I just don’t get it.
more fun than getting the surprise in a happy meal at mcdonalds
and more confusing.
“comedy comes from confusion.”