Welcome To The Glass House

14 Oct
The family gather round

The family gather round

Spud has a thing about his cups and glasses: only he must use them.  He has special items that are his and his alone.

Unfortunately for Spud, we didn’t know that for a long time.

When he revealed it to us in a strop one day, because we had all, at some point, had our dirty, germ-ridden mouths on the bulk of his drinking receptacles, we agreed not to use the one unsullied glass in his hitherto unknown collection.

On Friday he came home from school, poured himself a cool drink, and disappeared upstairs.

SCREAM!

Spud had dropped his last glass; it had shattered.  Spud was gutted.

Once cleared up (into the loving arms of a plastic bag), Spud insisted that we give it a proper send off.  Fortunately, we were all suitably attired: me in black; the Hub in grey; Spud in black.  

Click on the first photo to read the captions.

You can’t see me because I was the official photographer for the event.

 

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30 Responses to “Welcome To The Glass House”

  1. vastlycurious.com October 14, 2013 at 17:51 #

    I guess you also went glass shopping?

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  2. http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com October 14, 2013 at 18:05 #

    Teach him to wash up properly!

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  3. Terry October 14, 2013 at 18:16 #

    I also was wondering if you went glass shopping

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  4. Pseu October 14, 2013 at 18:39 #

    I see he had a smashing time.

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  5. Grannymar October 14, 2013 at 20:04 #

    Well that is one way to stop the family using his glass. 😉 I am sure that Pavlova healed the wounds pretty fast.

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  6. Elaine - I used to be indecisive October 14, 2013 at 20:50 #

    Poor Spud. I hope he gets over the trauma quickly. 🙂

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  7. Hattie October 14, 2013 at 21:14 #

    His smile is just like yours!

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  8. laurieanichols October 14, 2013 at 21:37 #

    Poor Spud. 😦 Actually this makes gift shopping much easier I would think.:) My grandparents and my aunt and uncle also had their own glasses, tableware and utensils even napkin rings. I think that having their own eating utensils made eating more special, I think. I never asked why, it just was. 🙂

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  9. slpmartin October 14, 2013 at 23:34 #

    Hmm…now what will Spud do? I suppose you should go shopping but heaven knows who touched the glasses there. 🙂

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  10. SchmidleysScribbling October 15, 2013 at 01:12 #

    I am the same way about my one remaining glass. Weird ain’t it?

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  11. Rorybore October 15, 2013 at 03:14 #

    this is me with my coffee mug. Do.Not.Touch
    unless you fill it with coffee and bring it to me. A very fitting send off – good show.

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  12. siggiofmaine October 15, 2013 at 05:01 #

    Awesome mindful moment ! And how kind of you to photograph and blog for eternity to be able to remind his children and grandchildren.
    Love this.
    Peace
    Siggi

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  13. barb19 October 15, 2013 at 06:26 #

    That was hilarious – RIP o ye reliable glass!

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  14. bluebee October 15, 2013 at 10:52 #

    I smell a metaphor

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  15. Janie Jones October 15, 2013 at 13:46 #

    Poor Spud! Still, I can’t help laughing.

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  16. benzeknees October 15, 2013 at 22:04 #

    Awwww, poor Spud! Did you run right out & get him a new glass or 2?

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  17. adinparadise October 16, 2013 at 03:10 #

    Spud must have been absolutely shattered at losing his favourite glass. 😀

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  18. Three Well Beings October 16, 2013 at 04:30 #

    I am all for ceremony. I hope Spud finds a nice new goblet! 🙂

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