For much of my life, I have owned (and displayed) an interesting piece of “furniture”. The piece in question? An antique Glenwood Inglewood water carboy that I received as a gift sometime in my “tween” years. It is a thick, heavy glass container that was originally used atop an old Glenwood Inglewood water cooler.
A few years ago, I put it in #3 of 5’s bedroom as an added bit of decoration.
With some impending changes in the world of bedrooms around the ol’ compound – I took it out and set it in the corner next to my computer desk. It has been there for a couple of weeks.
Today, while doing some home remolding, I happened to drop a small object near the bottle. I even thought to myself “I better be careful, I might bump that bottle” – but because of the thickness of the glass, and the unlikelihood of hitting it, I was less cautious that I should have been.
I heard a crack. It was more than just a crack – it was more of a crack, splinter, and then the sound of pouring pennies.
Yup. I broke my 5 gallon glass carboy. I am slightly disappointed, but I have no one to blame but myself.
(For the record - It would have been so much better if I could have blamed one of the kids, and then ranted and raved like a lunatic – droning on about responsibility, careful behavior, and respecting other people’s items.)
So, for the time being – my corner will sit empty. Void of the coppery disks (in various stages of tarnish) glistening behind the green tinted glass of my Glenwood Inglewood bottle.