I’ve been trying to get this weeks entry of The Artist’s Tale done, but it’s not going as well as I’d hoped, both because of a difficult random word (surprise!) and because of me getting distracted by all sorts of things (bigger surprise!). So, since the day is almost done, I’m moving that to the weekend and put another little something out today.
Just a few minutes ago (at the time of writing), not long after I poured myself some tea, my teapot fell to the ground. It’s a plastic teapot, so a fall usually doesn’t do much, but this time it fell so hard I actually heard a crunching sound. Looking inside I saw the inner layer (not really sure what it’s made of, but I believe it’s for insulation) was smashed to shards. Yeah, fun… Sure, it’s cheap plastic teapot, one I can easily replace if need be, but I’m mostly miffed about it because it’s the tea pot I took with me when I left the nest and even if it doesn’t have any specific memories attached to it, it still has some sentimental value. I’ll have to see if I can still using it after getting the shards out (even if I can’t I’ll probably keep it around anyway, because I’m a big old sentimentalist like that ^^;), but for now I’ll just be cursing gravity…
One tap from the hand
And gravity pulls the string
There goes the teapot