It was one of those work from home days where by the end of it, I should have looked like one of those cartoon characters where the bomb explodes in their face, leaving my hair stiff, black and straight back, my blue eyes peering out from my explosive covered face. The good thing is that I had a nice lunch with my honey. Working from home has it’s perks and lunch usually does not involve food.
We did have a nice lentil & rice dish that he had made last night when we were eventually hungry. Very tasty!
But when work was done, I was just sooo done. Time to change into my Not One More Minute clothes. Time to go see my crows, read a little of A Year in Provence. And out I went. The Crows were about…the one who is more forthright and getting to know that I won’t chuck a rock at him but instead will gently place a small pile of crackers and peanuts for him on the ground where he can see it.
His family is also showing up now and waiting in the backseat of the tree branches, not yet comfortable enough to go without the middle bird.
When I got home, Honey had been making his delicious home fries since we decided on breakfast for dinner. With seven chickens in the yard we can’t really ignore the eggs in the fridge that are awaiting their curtain call. It’d be a huge dis-service to the ladies in the coop, as we hear them at times squawking during production. We feel like the lowest life forms on the small occasion that we drop a precious shelled gift to the floor, thus shattering it and having to call in the cleanup reinforcements…the dog. We are dismayed that after all the bodily effort that the hen out back put in, we basically crumpled it up and tossed it aside. Especially since we’re broke! We may as well hand out $20’s to anyone who walks by our house and doesn’t rob it.
So tonight, after my walk and healing Tibetan excercises, I arrived into the kitchen to top off our dinner. Honey makes the spuds and I am the Egg Chef. I learned how to make scrambled eggs a la Julia Child, after buying Honey her books one Christmas. So tonight I used the Julia method, although the eggs stick to the pan the most for me this way. However, if you read last night’s post, you know that I don’t do dishes. So. Oh well!
For our drinking pleasure with breakfast for dinner, was Erdinger beer. Yum. A little weird with eggs, but on a nice summerish day, how can you turn down an Erdinger?
Eventually we sat outside and I called Miz Eye, who is currently incubating my grandson, Greyson. It was so much fun to talk to her for hours. We exchanged pregnancy stories, the seriousness of Dungeons and Dragons game players (and it turns out that she has my antagonistic What If I do this/Why Can’t I do This? Gene – seriously, why is it such an offense to try and make your troll/dragon/Fantasy Imp do something un-Mythically Conventional? As Miz Eye stated, it’s about using your imagination!), along with stories of her gentle giant of a partner’s passing out when seeing gross or disturbing things. I have a feeling he won’t attend the entire birth in full consciousness. I’ll place my odds on tunnel vision before the crowning.
