Happy T(ea) Day to you! And you. And you. . . and YOU! Today I'm sharing a few photos of a recent camping trip to Boothbay Harbor, Maine. Well, mostly the photos are of my family playing "cornhole" (a.k.a. "bean bag toss"). Only the bags are not filled with beans, but with corn. Alas, "cornhole." Or, as we call it in the fam, "cornholio."
Above photo: My stepfather, Ed (left) and husband, Mark (right).
Below photo: My 85-year-old grandfather, Searle, and yours truly.
I brought a new flavor of chai tea with me that weekend for my mom and I to try. Unfortunately, it was very disappointing. And, worse off, it was expensive too! $14.95 for that "Maple Moose" chai, and, as you can see, it's not much bigger than a coffee mug!
But, it's the coffee mug itself that's the most special part of today's post. Shirley was my grandmother. She must have bought this mug (clearly in Branson) on one of my grandparents many travels in that very motorhome. The motorhome that is the harbinger of my own childhood. I lost a very special woman in my life the year she died. But, within that motorhome, I found a small piece of her, 14 years later. So, I drank my bad chai tea, daydreaming of her memory and longing for a conversation over the card game Skipbo.
And now, after that weekend, "her" mug rests in my own pantry, where I can use it every day, not in the back of some old dusty RV shelf that will soon be sold to someone who will never know or appreciate the woman who beheld the mug.
And, as I close in fond memory for today, please join Elizabeth et al and share a cuppa with them.