Columbian

Good-bye coffee cup. As soon as I finish the coffee in you, you're going into the garbage. You served me well, but your time is up.

My nice Jerusalem coffee cup has to go. It is all crazed inside, and has a deep crack down one side. It used to sizzle around the handle where hot coffee seeped out, but that leak apparently sealed itself off. Dark blue paint is chipped off the rim. I don't know where the paint chips went to. I don't remember ever seeing them in the dishwater. Maybe I swallowed them.

I have another cup that is really good. But it is ugly. It will probably last forever. It doesn't crack, chip or craze. The only way to  break it is to drop into the ceramic sink, which is what I did with its mate.

Eight other cups, nice-looking red ones, that we have had in the last four years have lived and died. They just couldn't hold up to the heat.

It's fun to buy something that you really need. Then you don't feel any guilt. So somewhere out there is my next coffee cup, just waiting for me to come along and buy it.

And after that I will be looking for some good instant Columbian. Do they even make such a thing? Certainly not in Israel.