In search of tablespoons and security. (can’t have a cup without the other)

The self reminder of needing to buy a replacement tablespoon took on “special” significance for me this morning. The tablespoon. Most would call it idiosyncrasy. A clark knows it is representative. Of something. Allow me to explain…At a point in my self-evolution, the use of a tablespoon for select activities took on a, shall we say, unique quality. No. Not a quirky habit. For clarks there is no such thing as a “quirky” habit. That term, “quirky’, would be the descriptor a roger might use. The tablespoon, for me, has a specific use aside from that ascribed by Ms. Post.  Among other things, it is used to eat cereal out of a mug (mostly – under special circumstances, a bowl). I broke another pink polka dotted tablespoon the other night. Under precisely the same set of circumstances (there’s that word again! “circumstance”). Impatience had driven me to plunge my favorite pink polka dotted tablespoon into the carton of ice cream in an attempt to scoop it out before it was ready to be taken out. Snap! A clean break, it broke pretty much in the same place as my previous pink polka dotted tablespoon.  And so, it would appear, lessons are often not learned, even as we find ourselves in the midst of doing a thing in which our brains are screaming “don’t do it”! I knew the probability was high the spoon would break, yet I persisted. Why do we disregard what our body is telling us and allow another part of us to convince us to take the chance it won’t happen again?

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12 thoughts on “In search of tablespoons and security. (can’t have a cup without the other)

  1. clark May 1, 2021 / 5:06 pm

    Sometimes the cat say, “Getting more comfortable than you think? here, scoop this.”

    The gift of this event (and so many others) is not the consequences but the emotional content.

    In character, much like those stupid, rogerian ice bucket things of a couple of years ago… the Power
    lies not in the sense of participation nor (in) the pride in enduring the discomfit,
    the real gift, imo, is that moment at the realization of the rushing ice
    water or sight of a spoon that is no longer the same: the world stops.

    If only for a second.

    But clarks, being pathologically-hopeful, might remind us that scientist learn about
    the creation (and therefore nature) of the universe by studying the echos of the Big Bang.

    The moment the spoon broke will resonate as long as you don’t try to reassemble the werld…)

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge May 1, 2021 / 9:50 pm

      Nothing more I would add. It is within that split second (when the world has stopped) power makes itself available. To experience (emotional content). Not explain.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge May 2, 2021 / 12:13 am

      It does. Carried and supported by faith. Will and intent, their stewards.

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  2. Chris Hall May 2, 2021 / 7:21 am

    Lightning striking twice. I’ve done just the same, but never seen a pink polka dotted spoon.

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    • GirlieOnTheEdge May 2, 2021 / 7:56 am

      Doesn’t it though, lol.
      Hm… I’m getting the impression it’s not as common as I thought. Was telling Pat Brockett at the FB, the polka dots are not quite pink but white-ish with a very slight pink hue on a handle which is in between pink and red. Was sad to see it go 😦

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