Do you have a favorite mug? Most of us accumulate a large such collection over the years. Some we buy, some arrive as gifts, some are utterly ugly, yet others bear clever sayings or funny images. Is there a mug you keep using more often than others? Or is your choice completely at random? I have one I drink my coffee with, another I use for herbal tea, and yet a third for the coffee substitute I occasionally have, when its late in the evening and even a small amount of decaf may be counter-productive sleep-wise. Then there are the mugs I may use when I make my wife tea. Sometimes I pick these at random, occasionally I would select one that may have a special meaning for her or for me; like the one featuring a fisherman in a boat, unaware of the torrent of fish rushing towards his bait.
What happens when your favorite mug eventually does the predictable and cracks, or slips off your hand and shatters to pieces?
It occurred to me that certain mugs are much more than the glazed ceramic they are made of. Many contain not merely hot liquid but memories, fond recollections, reminiscences of places visited, of times good and bad. There is a single surviving mug of a set of two I once gave my wife when we were still dating, too many years back to count, there is the drunken Viking mug we purchased for an exorbitant amount in Sweden while traveling Europe shortly after we got married, and there is a mug with the image of a Chinese dragon, symbolizing my birth year. To some degree or another, none of these are truly replaceable.
And then there are the mugs received as a gift, some of which we don’t really like but didn’t have the heart to get rid of (or where concerned the giving party may ask about next time they visit.) These, for some reason, tend to have a much more slippery handle and prune to violent accidents…
Learned from: a broken mug