I started off today feeling pretty good about stuff. Up at 6:30. Trundling downstairs to the kitchen to make my morning tea and granola. Kettle whistles, the eyes flash and hot water poured into a waiting teapot– earthenware of English make. An antique flea market find from many years ago really. Reminds me of some very happy times.
Cereal tumbles into a small bowl joined by a splash of milk. All of that done, I rested the bowl on my countertop. I grabbed my plugged in laptop, the cord dragged across the counter where I sat and like a trolled fishing net capturing all in its path. Including, to my displeasure, the aforementioned milk and granola filled bowl.
Breakfast deconstructed. The bowl ricocheted off of the stool next to me and drenched the cushion in white liquid and acne-like granola bits. Tumbling to the floor in slow motion and exploding into fragments. Milk, cereal and shards of white porcelain everywhere in the moment when I expected to have my feet up catching up on my personal email and favorite blogs. I was too concerned with cleaning up to photograph what was actually a pretty cool scene.
Years back, I remember I accidentally spilt a glass of milk on the kitchen table. I did not like the taste of milk then, since I preferred a good Pepsi or Coke to that chalky liquid. But it was an accident– really! My mother perceived it somewhat differently and being the disciplinarian of the house, gave me my most memorable beating. I was not scarred for life. Ok maybe I am, because spilt milk brought me back to that moment. Never cry over spilled milk? That day I broke that rule!
I asked my mother about that incident which of course, she did not remember. Am I the only one?
The mess now cleaned up, I am wondering what else will today bring? If this is the worst of it, then I am going to have an incredible day. The beauty of life is the unpredictability of it. Am I meant to have been delayed this morning by that mundane event which resulted in this unexpected post?
When I start to ask questions such as these, I sometimes will take a look at my daily horoscope. It’s more information regardless of whether it’s good or bad. The day will inform me of that. Here is what it said:
You have only just scratched the surface on a new endeavor. Keep digging today and you could uncover the whole beautiful thing (at any rate, you should make amazing progress). Acting in the moment is important today — spontaneous energy will feed new ideas and encourage everything to keep going in the right direction. If you’ve been waiting for a day to exhale, it’s today. You even have permission to get excited. This is going to happen!
I have got to hop in the shower and get out there!
sybaritesauvage 
SS, when you hop in the shower, be careful not to break anything.
We need these visions of broken English-ware, milk, and was it fruit-loops on the floor.
In the movie Cashback, ( http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0460740/ ) Ben stares at a broken bag of green peas and see the beauty of it.
Lucky Charms might have been better.
I never claimed to be the first to have this experience– but I never saw that movie either.
Well, you are just a post-writing fiend! Whatever that incident was meant to be for you, it provided a gentle nudge for me to stop being lazy (which may or may not work, in all honesty).
I do not ever cry over spilt milk, as I am mildly lactose-intolerant, and simply do not keep any at home :-).
P.S. The “…acne-like granola bits” appealed to my sense of aesthetic.
Judging, may I, from your last picture (The beautiful Argentine), this movie might be just what the doctor called for! Existential, funny, and full of beauty, though somewhat sophomoric in style.