September Mug Tales
I’m a mug snob.
We moved to a new month on Saturday. September. For fun, I decided I’d photograph a different mug where I’d been in the past. I’m a mug snob. I wouldn’t choose a metal or plastic cup unless that’s all there was. I love my mug collection. Each morning Jim surprises me with a different mug filled with French roasted coffee. Here’s my selection from this week:
Yukon Territory, Canada.
Saturday, September 1, it was this bright one. This past August, we cruised to Alaska and visited the Inside Passage with some of our family. The scenery, jaw-dropping. The food, delicious–rich, and varied. We took a few excursions when we docked, and we found this mug in Yukon Territory. We were in Skagway, Alaska, but trundled on up north through gorgeous country to Yukon Territory where we visited sled dogs and llamas. Just before the bus took off, I spied this mug and the price was right! I love this cheery red mug.
Little Bighorn Battlefield National Monument, Montana.
We visited this monument on a September day in 2015. I was struck by the crosses dotting the rolling hills of dried grasses, signifying where someone died. There were many cross markers. I’m so glad we stopped here, well worth the drive.
Bass Performance Hall, Fort Worth, Texas.
Our journey to Fort Worth, Texas was hot and filled with music. Piano music. We wanted to cheer on our friend, Colleen Adent, as she competed in the Cliburn Amateur Competition in 2016. The music was far from amateur in that small concert hall in Fort Worth, Texas. We enjoyed the botanical gardens while there, strolled through downtown Fort Worth in the cooler evening, and enjoyed Tex-Mex food. I liked Fort Worth. And Colleen made it to the quarter finals!
Arches National Park, Utah.
We visited this National Park twice and if we’re nearby, we’ll visit it again. I have to add these photos taken there. Maybe it will inspire you to take the trip to Utah.
Of course there’s a Starbucks in Paris. We were visiting the Louvre and rested our feet in the coffee shop nearby. Did you know the Mona Lisa is not very large?
My mug for today has memories from a very sad time in my life. But I was not alone. My loving Savior was there, comforting me.
I was mourning the death of my second husband, Blair. We’d been married only seventeen months when one evening he had a brain aneurysm and the next day, died. Six months later, on August 16, 2010, I wanted to remember this special day: the anniversary of our wedding that took place two years earlier. In my grief work, I realized I needed to be proactive and do something special, even if I were alone on that day. I reserved a room at a B & B we’d driven by a year earlier. We thought would be fun to stay one day. The Lion and the Rose. My room was a beautiful one in the grand timber baron’s Queen Anne mansion, with flower sprigged wallpaper, comfy wicker furniture, and a soft bed. I slept little that night, alone as I remembered our wedding day two years earlier. I strolled to a restaurant, observed families eating together, even enjoyed a delicious pasta meal with chocolate for dessert. It was a remembrance for a special time, and deserved tasty food. That night, I wrote, and cried, and read, and felt peace. The peace that only comes from God, I’m convinced.
I think back to that time when I was so sad and never thought I’d enjoy life fully again. But I have been granted joy again–after time, and tears, and grief work.
For sure there will be memories.
I’m not sure what my next mug will be–and the remembering of where it came from. For sure, I will remember. Precious ones of happy times. The sad times. The in-between times.
I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but for sure, I plan to drink from another mug from another place and time. Stay tuned.