china cups.
"This morning I put down my tea cup on my marble counter tops and cherished the sound of bone china kissing the early morning breakfast kitchen. It was a gentle sound, nothing jarred the early morning moment and more importantly, I didn't have to PLACE it in any particular way, or at an odd angle hoping it wouldn't be heard. The sober gold is that me and and my china tea cup don't care who hears the kiss on the Spanish marble. For so long I laid wine bottles so very gently on this blinking counter top afraid of making noise thus alerting my husband and sons to the heralding sound of Mom exiting the building in her head. I am almost ashamed to admit the amount of times I walked in laden down with shopping bags in which the wine was casually hidden, nervously laying them on the tiled floor hoping against all hope that they would not make that clanking bottle sound. Tiled floors and marble kitchen counters became my enemy as me and wine o clock addiction tried to con all those around me as to the buying of wine, the opening of wine, the drinking of vat-loads of wine…. Whispering wine bottles on marble counter tops may seem like nothing but to me in the height of my wine o clock addiction, I knew that the sound would send chills down all who heard the sad familiar clank, as they knew, the wheels may or may not come off the truck that night. On random nights it resulted in arguments or harsh words spoken and so for me, that clank of bottles hitting the counter still puts the fear of God into me as it chillingly reminds me of how low I went. I ACTUALLY spent time thinking about how to lay bags of shopping filled with wine on the floor without making noise, or how to place a bottle on a counter top without it making a single solitary sound. I would turn up the volume on the kitchen radio so that the cork popping did not draw attention……."
- Susan Christina -
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