Wednesday I did dishes, the old fashioned way.
A little suds in the sink, some good steamy hot water. . .
Insert dirty dishes here.
Reaching for a pan I heard a horrid sound.
My favorite wine glass - even though I could not yet see it through the fluffy white suds I knew in my heart, it was broken.
I lifted it carefully from the water and sat it on the counter confirming the sound indeed belonged to the glass.
Its lip lie buried at its bottom the sharp edges were no longer inviting me to an afternoon drink. I was angry with myself for putting something so delicate in with pans to begin with. Oh well, nothing I could do so I carefully placed it in the trash.
Last night I wanted a glass of wine. As I turned towards the shelf of glasses I realized I'd have to drink from a new glass. I was a little saddened yet again that I had so carelessly broken my favorite.
But alas, I reached for a new glass, poured, and low and behold, the wine was just as good and I enjoyed it just as much. I will miss my old glass but . . .

Here's to out with the old - in with the new!
Cheers!