Klowns in my Koffee

Daily Kup (My Unlimited Ride Pass To My Life)
OK, so this is one of those crazy things that will either make a terrific story later or be filed with the court with the other commitment/divorce/protective custody papers.

I was perusing the various free/barter sites for bunkbeds. [For some reason, people have interrupted me at this point in the story to ask, "For your kids?" I blink and refrain from saying, "No, for my husband and me. There's nothing a 280-pound married man wants more than to sleep on the top bunk." Yes, for my kids, thank you. I remain perplexed by the question.]

On FreeCycle, up popped an ad for a coffee cup coffee table. I assumed it meant some kind of coffee cup 'pattern' or something. Still, with the blog theme and all, better check out the photo. It was in fact a barrel-sized coffee cup made from joined slats of polished wood topped with a glass circle. And the donor was a few blocks away.

Perfect and crazy are merely terms, often for the same phenomenon. I don't need your labels on me, overlords of conformity. As a token effort, I try to keep it down to one crazy action per month and it was already the 12th of the month.

So, after some emails and a phone call, we were on a coffee run. Like some far-fetched sitcom, we drove slowly down the street looking for house numbers. T said, "I think it's that house." "Why? Can you read the number?" "No, but there's a big coffee cup sitting in the driveway."

Yes, that was kind of a clue.

The only way it could have been funnier would be if the donating couple had been the Folgers or the Starbucks.

I suppose you are wondering WHY they had a coffee cup coffee table. They explained before we even asked as though it were unusual in some way to be the custodian of a 60 pound drinking utensil. The man had made it in a sculpture class in college. It had traveled with them as they changed houses a few times but the pot had finally run dry.

As he was loading it in my truck, the sculptor said, "The funny thing is that I don't even like coffee."

I wanted to do the drive thru at Starbucks on the way home but it was too late in the evening.

I have no idea what I'll do with it. It's sitting in the living room by the couch. The cats eye it suspiciously and slink slowly around the outside.

Every time I walk past it, I pat it and smile.

A Full-Bodied Beverage Who Needs No Introduction ...



Joe is 27 inches tall and 24 inches in diameter, not counting the handle. He's too heavy for me to lift by myself.

Sometimes he might seem a little wooden, but he's smooth once you get to know him. He has great depth but hides it under a cover of pure glass.

How does one accessorize a cup that nearly rivals the ones you can ride in at Disney World? A lamp seems sort of pedestrian.

Now, if only I can find someone giving away a giant saucer...