A New Era?

I broke my Alaska coffee mug this morning.  I have been sipping my ritual morning cafine jump-start from it for several years.  It replaced my Seattle mug--one I purchased when Josh was in Children's Hospital way back in 1991 (I think!).  Both of these mugs were hand crafted and had just the right kind of handles to accommodate my misshapen arthritic fingers.The Seattle mug finally cracked itself to death and just fell apart.  In 1992, I bought the Alaska mug in Denali Park.  It has held the contents of my morning fix for quite a few years, since the demise of  the Seattle mug.  Today, it slipped from my hand.  Empty, thank heavens.  Panic!  Thus began a frantic search for a mug that (1) appealed to me (2) held ample amount of beverage and (3) had a handle these pathetic fingers could fit into comfortably.  I tried out my Chokecherry Festival mug--too big.  Then a mug I acquired from somewhere just because it was pretty.  Finally, I found my Chicago mug.  It is not hand-made pottery as the others were.  In fact I suspect it was made in China.  But the skyline of Chicago outlined with gold lines, that encircles the mug is so elegant.  As the name denotes, I acquired it in Chicago, but how, brings the most pleasant and fun filled memories.  That is a story for another day.  Right now I am wondering if a new coffee mug is a harbinger of new era in my life.  At this advanced age, there is not much I haven't already experienced, except for sky-diving.  I will just wait and see.  Maybe,  just maybe, a new great-grand baby?