Howdy, Folks...

Ya’ll ever have something special?  Doesn’t have to be monetarily valuable.  Doesn’t have to be an heirloom or family hand-me-down.  Heck, it really doesn’t have to be anything more than a favorite keychain or a crayon drawing or a, or a…well, a cup! 

Hey!  Speaking of cups, meet my special one…

In the year 2007, the last time I went camping, or rather  “vacationing”,  I met up with friends at a designated rendevous site and we camped for a few days. After spending several wonderful days together we all parted ways, they to their homes, me to parts unknown.  I noticed I was off on a journy accompanied only by my camping gear and the words and thoughts within myselfs. (There's that description again, "myselfs"!) Amongst them all was a cup.  And what an adventure this cup had, more so than most cups anyway.  Ya see…

This nomadic cup ended up camping on a lake in Tennessee, awakening entirely too early in the morning to a multitude of ducks waddling through the campsite, secreting "compost material" as they waddled. On a more pleasant note, while in Kentucky  it also viewed the "biggest waterfall south of the Niagra" complete with a rainbow included. 

It has camped on the banks of a river in Arkansas, oohing and awwing at trout jumping so high it appeared they were looking for a frying pan to jump into, and has witnessed a full moon in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina!

While we journeyed it rode between the two front seats of a ’95 Plymouth Voyager, with the back seats taken out for extra room if needed, of course.  If this cup had ears and/or hair the rolled-down windows would’ve offered them the wind, either contributing to ear-sounds or tangling fibers as we cruised every back road that seemed to lead to nowhere or every where, depending on our perspective that day.

This cup has endured 11 days of hearing me sing and hum  ♫ On The Road Again…♫♫  ♫   (Poor thing...!)

It’s heard me laugh entirely too loud at myself, heard me sneeze, heard me mutter and ask myself questions with no answers.  It’s watched me play air-guitar to certain songs on the radio, while driving I might add.  It’s watched me take “wrong” turns, watched me smile in a big time grin when I’ve found the perfect place to camp, and has watched me wipe away tear-duct droppings from my cheeks when I got a little too emotional. 

It has traveled from historic Hillsborough, NC to historic Hannibal, Missouri where I visited Mark Twain, Tom, Huck, and Becky Thatcher; it even waited patiently in my van while I cruised on a riverboat up the Mississippi River!

Yep, Folks, at any given time this cup has embraced liquids ranging from real spring water to real coffee and “unreal” coffee, a.k.a., decaf.  On several nights it held wine, Barefoot Merlot of course, and several vodka tonics!

It held my hand daily as well as held those liquids, all without a spill.  (Well, except maybe for that vodka tonic night.)

Therefore…

From this day forth I proclaim…

This cup is no longer just a whippersnapper amongst its homebound brethren in the kitchen cupboard... 

This cup has now joined the ranks of the seasoned generation, educated by the sights, the sounds, the miles and the smiles...

This cup, like us, may have some mileage on it but rest assured that it, like us, can handle many more miles to come!

 I hereby dub thee…

“Living the Good Life".

Feel free to join in, Folks.  It's great fun to toast the seemingly insignificant items and happenings in your life!

Friend Shoe.

*Thanks to ATP'er Vic, her hubby Hank, and our friend Peggy/Mystic for the beginning of a wonderful trip and vacation that year.  Has it really been four years, Vic??  Crossing my fingers for another adventure one day soon!

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