Good Morning, Sis! Coffee Mugs - Day 1598: 5 Minute Freewrite: Monday - Prompt: best start

Good Morning, Sis!

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Sorry-not-sorry for the "rough start" photo....

Missing you, thinking of you,

picturing you with Julie in that "Better Place" - and how you two probably don't even need coffee up there. Do you even "start" your day, or are you awake and lively 24/7 in heaven?

Coffee Heaven

Just saw two books up for grabs via BookSirens, both on how to start your own coffee shop. You would have been so good at it Lori. I used to entertain visions of buying this old white house in the town two miles away, and having you live upstairs while running a coffee house downstairs. Someone else did that, but the shop went belly up, and ten years later, that house still stands, her sign still hangs by the door, and nobody lives or moves or drinks coffee in that old place. Kinda haunting. Then again, a lot of things seem haunting, to me.

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Those book titles reminded me of a coffee shop I visited somewhere (zero recall when and where!), and all these shelves on the walls were lined with the biggest collection of coffee mugs I've ever seen, and customers could pick whichever one they wanted their coffee to be served in that day.

We could start a whole new thread on coffee mugs in our cupboards.
Kinda like "Been there, done that, Bought the T-shirt."
Why not "Bought the Coffee Mug!"

So I happened to check in at Hive (how long it's been; how far behind I've fallen), and "Best Start" seemed like an invitation to remember all the mornings our our childhood (teen years), starting our day with morning coffee in those awful old chipped mugs in our mom's cupboard. What an odd assortment. Our sister Kelly the school teacher probably gets a dozen mugs a year as token gifts. Over the years, how many oddball coffee mugs with cute sayings have we accumulated? My favorite mug featured a Farside cartoon, "The horrors of morning face." Like all my other favorites over the years, it got chipped or cracked or shattered.

Only yesterday, I saw this,
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The horse was $4 at an antique store, nothing I "needed" but totally wanted (and yes, a grandchild broke its tail!) and I include it here because it was on my countertop and I love my clutter.

I wanted to buy that mug for you, not because anyone-- anywhere--needs another coffee mug (!), but because it makes me think of you.

And it was half price. $3 at Hobby Lobby.

"When life gives you scraps, make a quilt."

You sewed a lot of quilts, Lori, and life dumped a lot of scraps on you, and you should have gotten more than 63 years, and Julie should have made it to her 19th birthday, but she didn't, and here we are, we who are still living and breathing and starting our days with coffee, piecing scraps and memories into some kind of quilt to wrap ourselves in. You'd crack a joke, like you always did, and I'm sitting here now with my empty coffee mug wondering what you'd say to me today.

I miss you so much Lori.

Come to find out, this $3 mug sells for $18 on ebay, so I am vindicated for blowing three dollars on another dang breakable ceramic thing in my kitchen.

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Now, to discard some of the boring old mugs in the cupboard that came with a set of Corelle to make room for More Mugs We Never Needed.

And now, back to the daily prompt, the Five-Minute Freewrite!

The #BestStart to my day

would be another morning at the farm, in our mom's kitchen, with dad scowling at the pancake griddle awaiting his stack, and you with your noisy throat-clearing and your raspy voice, or better yet, going farther back in time, with Julie still living at home, fighting over who gets the next pancake, and Linda (from age five on!) sipping coffee from that little teacup, stunting her growth, we'd tell her, but it was Julie who never reached five feet, and she didn't start the coffee habit until she'd stopped growing any taller. So.

Bring on the coffee!

In a teacup, in a mug, all alone or with someone you love, bring it on!

Day 1598: 5 Minute Freewrite: Monday - Prompt: best start



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A coffee shop would be one of the last things I would start. I remember one selling coffee and tea (not cooked) but it's year's ago.
I can't remember when I started drinking (black) coffee I guess as I was 13 or 14 and since my pregnancies I can still not stand thee smell of it.

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I don't want to serve coffee to others every morning - it takes too long to get myself up and moving!
But my sister would have been good at it. She was good at a lot of things. She even CATERED, cooking for large crowds, something I helped her with once. And only once. I am a schlub!!!

Great to hear from you @wakeupkitty - I need to catch up with everyone here! I've been in a funk the past couple years, not so much due to Covid as to having so many people sick and dying on me.... none of them from Covid.... I hope you and yours are all well!

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I'll try to catch up too but it's hard. We all are fine. No one had Covid or died so we struggle on. It's war so more life experiences are ahead. If not I'm fine with living on my island.

It's good to read and hear from you. People like your sister are gold. I could never do that.

Love and a hug for you.
🍀💖

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Such a beautiful collage of memories and memory triggers! I love this.

another morning at the farm, in our mom's kitchen,

I am there with you now. I hear the chatter, the clatter, the impatience, the joy.

That said, I think anyone who wants to open a coffee shop, especially one downstairs from where they live, should have their heads examined.

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LOL - so, no coffee shop! (I never wanted to open one myself; I just wanted my sister to open one close to me!) - thank you for reading and commenting. :)

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I woke last night worried that my comment was too glib! I'm so sorry about Lori and Julie and K. It has to be very difficult. But here you are, writing beautiful tributes to them all, and more, with humor and grace. Much love to you!!!

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You, too glib? Not at all! Thanks so much for the kind words. :) Much love to you too!

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When life gives you scraps, make a quilt.

A wonderful quote, Carol and we must go on, even when overcome with difficulties and sadness.

I’m sorry your sister Lori has passed. Your post about her tells me how much she meant to you. As we age, more family and friends leave us and it’s not easy dealing with the loss of their friendship and love.

Take care and be well, my friend. 🙏 ♥️

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Thank you for reading and commenting--I know you know all to well the loss of a loved one, much too soon. 🙏 ♥️

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{{HUGS}} I have a mish-mash of coffee mugs, each one holds a special memory.

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Coffee mugs hold more than coffee - special memories too - I love that. :)
The more of a mish-mash, the better!
Thanks for reading and commenting.

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A beautiful personal story that made me smile :<)

Sending you a hug!

P.S. I recently broke the last mug that reminded me of my late grandmother ( who passed away in 2018, aged 93 ) and of the Summer house that my granddad and her had in the South of France, until 1990. I was born in 1981 but have spent many lovely Summers there, with loads of family members. It was back there when I was started drinking from that mug.

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Awww, I'm sorry to hear of your broken coffee mug!!! Your memories of that summer house sound lovely.
My mom still has some ancient melamine plates from back when seven places were set at the table and all five of us kids were living at home. Not since 1975 has that been the case...
Thank you for your kind words. :)

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You're welcome. I always love personal stories! They are very powerful and easy to relate to.

Big hug!

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