Panic attack

As the datestamp on the first three pictures indicates, on Christmas day, I was already thinking about an outfit for New Year’s Eve and New Year’s day. After “dangling” watches from the white hat, I considered shifting the watches to the black hat. (More spectacular?)

My “panic attack”  was the morning after Christmas when I prepared my coffee. Where is my mug? I searched every inch of my apartment and was mystified because it wasn’t “in plain sight.” Later, I went to the Lakeshore Estates dining room thinking I might have left it there the day before. I checked the Office and the Activity Room thinking the mug might be in “lost and found.” ~~ At noon, at the dining table, I was telling my companions about my New Year’s Eve outfit and had the revelation that my mug was under the black hat!!

Here for the whole world to see is my morning ritual. Boil water to pour over freshly ground coffee beans. Served in the mug that has been my companion for more than twenty years. Twenty-two years to be exact! Before July 8, 2001, I drove from Lancaster, California, to Burlington, Washington, to help my first cousin, Beth, and her husband, Dale, celebrate their fiftieth wedding anniversary. I was with them for several days and during that time Beth and I did some Thrift Store shopping. I paid a dime for the mug. Seriously!! That thermal mug has traveled with me all over the United States and part of Canada. Try to understand my panic when I could not find that faithful companion?