About to Crack Up?

cracked up
Cracked Up

An amazing thing happened last night–I broke a drinking glass. The amazing thing is how it happened.

I was being careful. I just set the glass on the table and accidentally gave it the tiniest bump with my pinky, as I moved away from the setting.

Being empty and therefore somewhat top-heavy, over it went.

It let out the teensiest clink that did not sound normal at all, and when I glanced its way, the above shard is what I saw.

Is it amazing, or what?

So, ever the boring analyzer, I began to think about myself and how easy I might be to crack up, if all conditions were right.

Obviously, this poor victim glass had some strong points.

Do I?

Obviously, though, it also had been knocked around just enough to be weak.

Have I, also?

I could see it is more balanced when it is not empty. Never really knew that, but now I can see a decent load of milk or water would have anchored it.

How about me? Am I trying to hold my own against a few pushes or shoves while sitting on “empty”?

And if I crack up, will I let out a teensy complaint? Or a huge one?

And if I content myself with a teensy complaint, will anyone notice and find a use for the broken pieces?

A big YES on that one. Yes, He will.

What do you say?

Published by Katharine

Katharine is a writer, speaker, women's counselor, and professional mom. Happily married over 50 years to the same gorgeous guy. She loves cooking amazing homegrown food, celebrating grandbabies, her golden-egg-laying hennies, and watching old movies with popcorn. Her writing appears at Medium, Arkansas Women Bloggers, Contently, The Testimony Train, Taste Arkansas, Only in Arkansas, and in several professional magazines and one anthology.

12 thoughts on “About to Crack Up?

    1. Cool, for sure. We all were just amazed. By the way, that pose is of the shard upside-down, sitting on what was the rim of the glass.

      As for me, I hope I would still have some usefulness. I guess that was the question.

    1. That would be a good use for a broken one, for sure! I never thought of anything that poetic or good–I thought it looked like one of those false collars that go with a graduation gown. Huh. good job, and thanks for this great comment!

  1. The pic looks like a painting. You write like a painter. I love your analysis. Yes, i do believe if all the circumstances are right any of us could plop onto the floor and crack. I think we’ve all had our cracks … and the cracks fill with sand … and heal. Then we have another crack. As for the BIG crack … OH it would be a big noise … don’t you think?

    Does a tree make a sound when it falls if no one is around to hear it? hohoho! m

    1. Melissa, Thank you so much for such a kind opinion of my writng! I do love to write, for sure and they tell me I think too much. Ha.
      My daughter’s friends tell her that about herself, too, so be careful–it may be contagious. 🙂
      Yes, we all have had pain and heartbreak.
      Sand. Never thought of sand. Hmm.
      All that thinking and I never thought of sand. Hmm.
      Don’t know much about sound, either. I always wondered where it goes. I mean, do the sound waves just get tired and stop waving? Ho ho.

  2. I love how the shard wraps around. Almost like a closing clam shell. Glad you posted it. Liked Melissa’s comment about sand. it reminded me of the tiles and grout at my house. Although I mop my floors, periodically the grout needs to be re-sealed. I guess that Is like asking God’s forgiveness….

    1. Amazing. You all think of some of the loveliest things regarding this poor old glass. If it weren’t so dangerous, I’d have kept it! Will have to be satisfied with a photo, though.

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