Well this happened, the first fatality of my long distance move. Actually, I wasn’t even moving this tea pot yet, it was chilling on the tea table. The tea pot has been sitting on the tea table to dry before I was going to pack it into a box.
I approached my tea table and the clay tea pot was broken, most of the pieces scattered on the table, with a few bits off the side of the tea table. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I was more baffled about what the hell happened to break the tea pot as it obviously did not fall off the table, nor was it my own doing. Closeby was a bundt pan next to the tea table, which is usually stored on the shelf above. The bundt pan was securely sitting on the shelf for at least 6 months, untouched that long as I rarely bake pound cakes. Sigh. Likely a small earthquake, we have so many little earthquakes after 4 years I have stopped flailing and running outside when they happen.
I actually reviewed this tea pot in my last post, I’ve had it for less than 3 months, and only used it a couple of times. Thankfully the Pocket Yuan Zhu was inexpensive. If I had paid more than $50 for this I would be on a rampage. It is so broken I can’t kintsugi it, and likely it is cheaper to just buy a new pot. Searching around the floor I found even more fragments and plenty of small ones.
What sucked the most was I’d love to do a candle lit wake and mourn my clay tea pot. Set it out on display, print out a little picture of it while it was alive and do a bunch of fun pictures with Tea Owls mourning. Maybe stick the tea pot on a boat sailing in flames up the dried up Los Angeles River.
However, I am down to crunch time with my move, I don’t have time to do indulge in my crazy ideas. The most I was able to do for Little Pocket Yuan Zhu was roll it up in tissue paper and stuffed into a box (clearly marked it is broken so I don’t freak my movers out). It’ll move to Seattle and I’ll deal with it then to do a proper burial. At least I didn’t toss it, in my mind just garbaging the pieces would be equivalent to leaving a body behind while I continue to scale the mountain. Wipe the tears, carry on.
