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I was carrying a tray, on the tray was a glass of iced tea, a soup bowl with maybe an inch of tomato soup in it, and a vintage milkglass bowl with some potato chip crumbs. The remnants of my lunch.
Then I trip, hurl the tray forward where the soup bowl shatters into a million pieces and the tomato soup inexplicably traces a 4 foot arc across a recently painted wall.. When I land on my knees, the tray, a black laquer Japanese thing, breaks in half, the tea glass rolls around, spilling tea into the miniscule shards of soup bowl, and the vintage milk glass bowl just slides under the chair, unharmed.
I holler a few unladylike imprecations, question the parentage of the footrest I tripped over, and rest there, on all 4′s waiting for my knees to regain their breath and quit screaming like Janet Leigh.
I am relieved that the vintage milk glass bowl didn’t break. That would have cause marital problems.
And the hip? Nary a peep. Maybe I should get all my joints replaced with titanium models.
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Explanation re: the breaking of a bowl causing marital problems:
This very milkglass bowl was made by my Grandfather, who was a glass blower prior to WWII and a supervisor in an automated glass factory after the war. My father ate his cream of wheat and cereal from this bowl when he was a kid, and it was passed down to me when I was 2 years old and was what I ate from every morning until I left home.
The Daddio’s have been using this bowl for 68 years. One of my Grandkids will get it one day, if it survives that long.
Comment by Sweet Daddio September 2, 2008 @ 7:56 pmI think I’ll just quietly put it away.
Comment by rootietoot September 2, 2008 @ 8:44 pm.. and never use it. I wouldn’t be game! One miracle sounds like enough! Bummer re the other broken things (and the clean up that would have ensued), but yay for the Daddio bowl, and the hip!!
I was cleaning the refrigerator shelves the other day. (So badly in need of cleaning, I had glass shelf standing on edge in warm soapy water in kitchen sink. As I held it of course. Then it slipped, and it smashed into a million pieces, all through the washing up water, and scattered further than you would have believed.
And my husband got cross with me and told me I wasn’t being careful. Not what you need when you are already upset enough with yourself.
Comment by Tracey September 4, 2008 @ 4:14 amTracey, what a mess! I hate it when someone talks to you like you’re a child about stuff like that.
Comment by rootietoot September 4, 2008 @ 11:22 am