Spent all day indoors yesterday because of SPRAINED TOES… it was rainy and there was no way I could have stuffed my poor swollen and bruised tootsies into a pair of shoes. Wasn’t all bad though. I got a lot of work done, made a nice dinner and had some quality cuddle time Netflixing with Morcilla. Then I decided to have an early night and was all tucked up and cosy in bed by about 10.30.
Then I heard a loud CRASH.
Leapt out of bed to discover that my pretty blue glass vase was smashed into a thousand pretty blue pieces on the livingroom floor. Dammit! I’ve had that vase for as long as I can remember. Not even sure anymore where it came from, but I think it was a gift, from well over 20 years ago. And now it’s gone.
Morcilla is the obvious culprit as that shelf has always been one of her favourite spots to perch (and stare at herself in the mirror). But I’ve also caught Luna sitting up there at times. I can’t imagine Morcilla suddenly deciding to push the vase off the shelf – my theory is that the two of them ended up there at once and a kerfuffle ensued, which ended up with them knocking the vase off, and… smash.
I thought the vase was safe up there, in the corner. Dammit. Anyhow, at least I’ve had a year or so of enjoying seeing it up on the bookshelf. In the previous Casa Azahar it was relegated to a lower shelf in the kitchen, as I had no bookshelves in my livingroom there. But in the previous-previous Casa Azahar it had a prominent spot in the livingroom.
Anyhow, after about a half-hour massive clean up (there were shards of glass EVERYWHERE – had to make sure the cats were safe) I finally got back to bed. Feeling ridiculously sad about a broken vase. Except that for as long as I can remember it’s been in my life here. Somehow I think I am missing more than the vase.