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This morning, barely awake, I tipped over my favourite mug and it broke into a thousand pieces.
Now I don't want to make a big fuss out of this. Well, maybe I do; but in the last few weeks, friends of mine have lost parents, relatives and friends, and one cup simply does not cut it. But I'm the kind who grows fond of objects, and I liked that cup. And dammit, it was useful. So I'll miss it; and it's a heck of a start to Friday. Did I mention that it's pouring outside?

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[secularhermites.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry to hear about your friends' losses. But a cup - well, you have many friends I'm sure would step up to replace it. - And you'd likely find a few you might fancy better than the one you lost. I wouldn't mind sending a replacement, if you don't mind, of course. Perhaps I could find one here, while I'm in the 'hospitality state'. :)

[notebuyer.livejournal.com]

A fragment of a quote from Jose Ortega y Gasset: our job is to redeem through the agency of love the mute objects of the world.

You're stepping a bit further through the objective skin, and most would argue that there is no subject there to love: but I think his point is that we create that subject as part of our own subjective experience of the world, and thus lead ourselves to find meaning, interest, or comfort through that relationship. I wish you luck in finding another cup that fits your sense of rightness.

[dirigibletrance.livejournal.com]

I miss my Northrop-Grumman cup the same way. I don't know what happened to to it, I think a stupid former roomate stole it. It was my favorite cup to drink coffee from and I miss it so.

[evil-whimsey.livejournal.com]

There are times I suspect the Universe tries us in petty ways, just because it can. This is possibly an unsound, cynical philosophy, but sometimes? Meh.

I do sympathize about your favorite mug, yet at the same time I'm too tempted to offer my right arm for your rain. It rained here for about three minutes, back in March (being a great lover of rainy, foggy weather, I recall this with aching clarity), and there hasn't been a drop since.

A climate swap is probably out of the question, so I'll just hope you find a sunny spot in there soon.

[rfachir.livejournal.com]

It's anti-grace, an outward physical sign in inward siritual kerfluffle. It wouldn't hurt so much if it wasn't symbolic of all the things we can't hold onto. But letting go can bring better suprises, or at least hunts for successors that bring back the warm feelings we feel are temporarily lost. My mother broke her teapot. It took years, and a 14 teapot collection, but she found a replacement eventually.

[super-pan.livejournal.com]

It couldn't have been phrased better, and what a positive way to look at losing something you love (which sucks, by the way).

I can only nod in agreement and second the sentiment.

[filialucis]

Ouch. I know what you mean about growing fond of objects, and I sympathise. But I'll see you that coffee mug and raise you the Christmas cactus that last night's storm blew off the terrace table and dumped on the paving, breaking off so many branches that the remainder is no longer salvageable. It was a huge, burgeoning plant, and I've just taken a tiny three-segment cutting to plant and start over. There'll be no blooms for Christmas this year.

Let's hope the weekend improves, which would involve sunshine for you and rain for me (I've had about all I can stand of the current heatwave).