No, this post is NOT about me. I am told writing about me does not attract readers. This post shares philosophical wisdom and one small consequence of my contemplation of the big picture.
The summer break is underway and we, with friends from Hinkley, MN, have rented a lake cabin in western Wisconsin. We are now here for our first visit of the summer. It is a beautiful lake and a beautiful cabin. We have been assured that we are to be carefree and to treat the place like our own home. I have decided people may not really mean it when they make such statements.
The picture above says it all. Who lives in a home with a cupboard like this? I am afraid to use a coffee cup. The cups are all the same and look fancy. What if I drop one of these cups on the beautiful tile floor and it breaks. It would be obvious what I have done. I would have ruined perfection.
Next time I come I am bringing my own coffee cups. I have a great Apple cup Cindy brought me from Cupertino. I have a hand-made, blue glazed cup I brought home from Alaska. This was a special blueberry festival purchase. I like small cups rather than large cups – cups I can hold in one hand and need to refill frequently. I may even bring a cup or two with chips. My collection will not match. My version of perfection will be created.