Flashbacks - the good kind
Drinking coffee today, from an old Carnaval de Québec mug that's still a favourite. Bonhomme is just a face now, little more than wide eyes and a smile, his signature red toque having lost the battle against dishwasher detergent some time ago. It was a gift: the mug, a wee zipper pull, and a button for my collection that said World's Greatest Mom from my university residence friends. The Bonhomme keepsakes given because I wasn't able to go with them to Carnaval; the button because I was always the one with tissues and safety pins, who would set you up in the common room with my little coffeemaker when you pulled an allnighter on some project. My roommate pulled a lot of those and she didn't drink coffee so I figured out how to brew tea in there and she'd type away on her 'dinosaur' of a computer with tea and cookies and the beautiful wool Queens blanket her aunt had knitted for her while the rest of L'étage français - and Victoria Hall - slept.
It's a good memory. And that silly little button that cost maybe two dollars is one of the best gifts I've ever received. :-)
It's a good memory. And that silly little button that cost maybe two dollars is one of the best gifts I've ever received. :-)