Over 20 years ago, my best friend, from high school, brought me back a ceramic horse from Mexico. It stood about 24" high. It wasn't an expensive horse, you can see a whole bunch of them for sale as you cross back over to the U.S. from Tijuana, but it was the thought that counts. She knew I loved horses. I kept that horse all this time. It followed me all the times I moved. And it stood on our fireplace hearth since 1986, the year Mike and I got married. Today, I was stacking cardboard in the recycle bin to put out on the curb. I had more cardboard this time round, what with Christmas and all. So, the pile of cardboard was a lot taller than the container and somewhat precariously stacked. A small box slid off the pile and I really didn't give it much thought. Next thing I know, there was a horrendous crash. I'm still not sure how it happened. How a little box could have knocked over that heavy horse, but, it must have hit it just right. It shattered into about a dozen large pieces amongst some small slivers. The word I used when I saw that was a little more spicier than, "rats...." I've picked up the pieces and placed them in a box and am debating whether or not I should try to repair it... I hope this isn't an omen as to how the rest of my year is going to go.
Posted by Valkyre at January 2, 2003 03:21 PMActually it's an old wives tale that if you break an old ceramic horse...it means 100 years of good luck and love and kids and a husband that worship the ground you walk on. It also means you have lots of friends and are a great person ;)
Posted by: Violet at January 3, 2003 12:14 PMWoo hoo! Sounds good to me! ;-)
Posted by: Wendy at January 3, 2003 12:35 PM