Now sans handle, my little teapot is a sad thing to see. I was washing dishes after a long and tiring day of pulling weeds. And as I put the teapot under the stream of water to rinse it, the water forced it from my rather limp grasp. I didn't actually drop it. It just slipped against the bottom of the sink and then the handle was in three pieces.
I'm not upset because I've lost a possession, but because I lost a little bit of beauty that was part of my daily routine. I'd meant to photograph it a couple of weeks ago. I wanted to take a photograph of my desk in its pleasant jumble of objects required for study: teapot and teacup, and my many reference books for reading "Harry Potter" in Japanese.
Why did I break the one irreplaceable thing I was washing? Why didn't I break one of the cheap summer dishes instead. I want to replace them anyway.
I still have the five swirly plates. And the two cups, that I never use because they are big like coffee cups. And the funny sugar bowl and the odd creamer with a handle that looks like a bird wing.
Posted by M Sinclair Stevens
February 21, 2005
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Crying over broken pottery.