The Purple Book

About 20 years or so ago, someone wrote a history of the seminary and had way, way too many copies printed. Now it has become a sort of joke, and a long-standing tradition, that when anyone leaves the seminary, they are presented with a copy of the purple book which has been signed by the other employees. Over the years, I have seen many, many of these books given away. Less than four weeks ago today, I had not the slightest idea that today I might be sitting at home, the possessor of a purple book, having turned in my keys, and brought home eight years worth of junk, waiting to begin a new job on Monday. I don't really believe it. I know I've said this before, but I am still in a state of shock.

When I first started working at the seminary, I bought a set of four cups that matched these coasters.

One by one, the cups broke and we always had a joke that when the last one broke, I had to go. The cup with the mallard was the last one. I have dropped that cup on the tile floor in the kitchen, and on the marble floor in the Great Hall. I have dropped a heavy stoneware bowl on it while I was washing it twice. It seemed to be invulnerable, but about 6 weeks ago, I dropped it in the kitchen and it shattered. It was funny at the time. 

I wish it was Monday! I'm ready to see what the next part of my life is going to be like!

AMDG