For many years, before I refill my cup of water, whether it be plastic, paper, or glass, I “shake” the empty cup out, away from me. Today, I realized why.
Many years ago, and for years and years, I fished with my father. This ritual went on every weekend and for sometimes, days at a time. We typically fished at night, along the dark banks of the Bernard River.
“Shake out ya cup,” my father would holler over the sand, as he saw me reaching for the Igloo button.
And, day or night, I would shake my cup.
“One day, there’s liable to be a bug in that thing and you gonna be glad you shook out ya cup.”
And, as he usually was, he was right, as a few weeks later, I neglected to “shake” my cup out before shooting out ice cold water from the orange cooler.
“PLAHHHH!! PLAH PLAH! I think I drank a June Bug!!!!”
“Daughter, welp…I warned ya…” he chuckled.
And since that day, I have never failed to ‘shake’ my cup.
So when you see me “shake” my empty cup into the sink…or thin air, now you will know,
where my heart is, and always will be.