Rube Goldberg mornings

 

I like a good Rube Goldberg machine, I do. Push the marble down the track and zip, ping, zap, eventually the cat's food pours into the dish. Or whatever. But the unplanned machines can be a mess...

This morning I went to put away the clean dishes from last night's dinner. The sheet pan had been set down on a wet soapy counter. It was stuck. I pulled it off. My elbow knocked over my water glass sitting by the sink spilling water. The glass straw from the cup hit one of my favorite tea cups*. Which fell into the sink and broke.  And I cried.

*The tea cup was from the pandemic, depicting all manner of calamities in a classic Delft blue. It always made me laugh.