Evening tea…

Evening tea

I decided to make some tea tonight, you know instead of oreo’s or some other godforsaken snack food. To be honest, we don’t have a lot of junk in the house which is nice, but late at night I get a hankerin… so the tea helps ward off evil spirits, namely the ones that take over my body and throw me into the pantry without regard for my feelings or the size of my ass. 

After making the tea I had a novel idea, why not use one of Granny’s tea cups? She collected them and I was fortunate to get a few when she passed from this life. I chose a dainty yellow floral cup, one that reminds me of days gone by. I wonder who has used the cup? I wish I could hear its stories, hear the laughter and amusements that may have been told while it served an afternoon purpose. I wonder if anyone was ever tempted to throw it against a wall in a lovers quarrel? I imagine whomever used the cup was much to dignified for such behaviors, but she may have wanted to, secretly. I wish the cup could tell her story, I would be obliged to listen, and reminisce while the evening fades into night.


About rolanda

Forty-something, married to a great guy with a stellar beard, we have 3 children, 2 granny babies and super cool son-in-law. I home school my kids because I love to be around them, I hope they turn out ok. I am a pediatric nurse and I live near the Kansas City area. I like vintage things. I love people, coffee and Jesus and I also love to write.
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One Response to Evening tea…

  1. Erik Bayer says:

    That is such an awesome pondering.



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