I broke my favorite mug this morning. My elbow bumped it off the table... and as if in slow motion, I watched it fall to the ground, and bust.
If anyone knows me, they know how much this mug meant to me.
It was of Turkish origin, given as a gift by one of the most amazing human beings in the world.
I'm gonna miss this mug.
I've had some good memories with this mug.
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| Drinking coffee at my host home in Sioux City |
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| A freshly pressed Americano in my mug |
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| I met Michael Emerson AKA Benjamin Linus in a coffee shop with my mug. |
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| In Pella Iowa, during my "off week." Nothing better than coffee in your favorite mug and a good book. |
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| In Iowa City, when I attempted to single press coffee with a device made in the early 70's. |
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| I was often reminded of my fiance when I drank from this mug (she got it for me in Turkey) |
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| My mug along the Iowa cloud scenery. This was taken while roasting coffee with Benjamin near Bellevue Iowa. |
It is indeed a sad day.
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