Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to honor a good friend,and a true morning companion: my green mug.
While many such go their way and are forgotten, the green mug was worthy of recognition for its rare near-perfection. It was nigh-spherical and short,fighting off the spills inherent in serving a spastic dope like me. It was lightweight, even when carrying a full complement of liquid. Its wide mouth made it perfect for drinks which took much of their charm from aroma. Its curved sides fit just so into the palm of the hand which owned it. And of course, it was green. Not a solid mass produced green, but a soft melting green that spread across the iridescent surface of the mug like a watercolor wash on a wet page.
Sadly, it betrayed its years of loyal service when, for no apparent reason, it sort of exploded on me while I was adding water for tea.
Only in trying to find a replacement do I realize just how much it will be missed.