egging on
Posted on 2008-Mar-7 at 10:26
I’ve been busy, stressed, full of anxiety, considering selling my house, considering moving to the city and in a general state of financial and emotional disarray. I am not into writing about all of it at the moment as I don’t think whining (whinging?) will fix anything or even make me feel better right now. Instead I am playing word games and reading to distract myself from my real world. When all else fails, go into denial.
Things will get better, they have to and when they do hopefully my muse will be more amusing. For now though I wanted to share this email my boy sent me. It came on a day when I needed it most and made me smile. I do want to preface this tale by mentioning that I have never thrown out an egg carton. We used to save them for the school and Girl Guides for crafts and since we’ve been living here we’ve been collecting them for our hillbilly farmer neighbors who have chickens and sell the eggs, it’s recycling as well as being neighborly.
On my last night at university before Christmas, the roommates and I were on a cleaning frenzy to make sure that the place was half decent for the subletters. C was throwing everything out, the girls were doing whatever, I was packing. So we're all in the kitchen and we notice the huge pile of egg cartons in the corner.
Everyone looked to me for direction. I asked who was going to take the egg cartons home. Everyone looked back at me in confusion. It was then that I realized that not everyone lived next to J and G who will take your old egg cartons. I had been saving them for some Ontario farmer that I assumed one of my roommates knew and the roommates followed suit. R said that she even took a carton out of the garbage and was then conscious of it because she didn't want to be a waster. C went through more than a dozen eggs a week and all of his, mine, K, H's, and R's egg cartons were heaped, looking back at us as we looked at them wondering what we should do with them next.
You say that the music store is still in you, well apparently you can take me out of the country but you can’t take the country out of me.
Things will get better, they have to and when they do hopefully my muse will be more amusing. For now though I wanted to share this email my boy sent me. It came on a day when I needed it most and made me smile. I do want to preface this tale by mentioning that I have never thrown out an egg carton. We used to save them for the school and Girl Guides for crafts and since we’ve been living here we’ve been collecting them for our hillbilly farmer neighbors who have chickens and sell the eggs, it’s recycling as well as being neighborly.
On my last night at university before Christmas, the roommates and I were on a cleaning frenzy to make sure that the place was half decent for the subletters. C was throwing everything out, the girls were doing whatever, I was packing. So we're all in the kitchen and we notice the huge pile of egg cartons in the corner.
Everyone looked to me for direction. I asked who was going to take the egg cartons home. Everyone looked back at me in confusion. It was then that I realized that not everyone lived next to J and G who will take your old egg cartons. I had been saving them for some Ontario farmer that I assumed one of my roommates knew and the roommates followed suit. R said that she even took a carton out of the garbage and was then conscious of it because she didn't want to be a waster. C went through more than a dozen eggs a week and all of his, mine, K, H's, and R's egg cartons were heaped, looking back at us as we looked at them wondering what we should do with them next.
You say that the music store is still in you, well apparently you can take me out of the country but you can’t take the country out of me.
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