Another sunny January day, a little warmer than yesterday, in the low 40s (about 5.6 C) and this morning I was rudely forced into considering a common idiom.
Let me explain.
We have this coffeemaker that does regular coffee on the one side, and cups of Nespresso pods on the other. I am a fan of making essentially flat whites, I’d say, with the espresso. So quite a bit of milk, only the foam that naturally forms from heating the milk.
I use almond, not cow’s, I’m not vegan but I just prefer it. Today I was glad of that.
Anyway, I had taken a pod out of the part that catches them because I sent it through without using it, realizing I put it in yesterday and then changed my mind and didn’t have the coffee.
So I put it back, heated my milk as per usge (yuge? yooge?), as per usual, and then put my cup on the little platform.
And disaster ensued.
The cup TUMBLED onto the counter, spilling the milk EVERYWHERE. And I mean EVERYWERE. It ran down the cabinet fronts (and I learned, into the drawers) all over the floor, and on me. Luckily it wasn’t scalding hot.
So as I came back from changing my almond-milk drenched clothes, I looked at the splattered mess everywhere and thought “Why SHOULDN’T you cry over spilled milk?”
I mean, why not?
Either way you still have to clean it up, so why have to shove down your emotions about it?
I mean I didn’t cry.
But I wasn’t happy about it.
It made me think of our current circumstances, where the milk is absolutely spilled, in every crevice and it IS cow’s milk so good luck to us if we miss even a drop.
Not that I missed any.
But still.
We can cry over it. Even if we still have to clean it up anyway.
That’s it for me for today, I hope you have a great Tuesday and any spills you may have are minor or don’t happen at all.
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