Life on a Priority Road

We live on what is referred to in Germany as a priority road. Essentially, it's the main street through our village. It's a busy street that takes travelers to the autobahn, or residents to their homes from the autobahn. We are the ones that get "please sweep your sidewalk" notes from the "street nazis" and parking tickets for tires on the sidewalks. It's all part of living on a priority road. There is a sense of responsibility, and direction, and excitement on the street where we live.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

The Generous Lion

When my oldest daughters, Tracee and Kelly, were quite young, their Grandma Mary gave them each a mug for their hot chocolate. Tracee's was a lion, Kelly's was a monkey with the tails forming the handle. Cute little mugs they were, and used on a daily basis. After the girls were both grown and settled I passed them on.

I can't tell you right now what happened to the monkey mug - I'd love to remember or find out. You never really know what makes something an heirloom, but I believe one of these mugs, the lion mug, was approaching this status.

Until today. Kelly sent me this picture this evening.

It's what happens to a mug when it's thrown out the door onto the patio. Cohen did it. We'll never know why. R.I.P., lion mug. You gave lovingly for over 20 years.