a "broken" heart bagel

Yesterday morning I woke to one of my "seeing hearts" bagels.

I am always surprised by them.

Hearts are everywhere.

Do you ever see hearts?

Anyway,

Breakfast is good.

Coffee gets me going.

I put sugar in my coffee.

😉

Notice the green depression era glass sugar bowl.

It belonged to my Grandmother Hodie.

I chose it to come to my kitchen many years ago.

It's one of those things that makes me happy.

After I finished eating and started to clean up,

I dropped the lid and it broke into three pieces.

It shattered and there was no way to fix it.

I was "brokenhearted."

I went into all four stages of grief quickly and then dealt with my tears.

When I accepted that it was ruined,

I started thinking of how I could make this situation better.

My Hodie was a problem-solver too.

I came to my computer,

went to eBay,
 and typed in green depression glass sugar bowl lid.

It took a while.

I found a set...

sugar bowl and cream server,

no one had just a lid.

I bought it and it is on the way to my kitchen.

The lid won't be Hodie's, but the sugar container is authentic.

She would be so proud of me.