There is the issue of eggs. Lots of them. No, this isn't all the eggs currently in the house--there's another basket on the table. I didn't mean to have so many chickens, but someone gave us 14 new ones, we already had 15 new ones and 8 old ones and now we have a LOT of eggs. If someone would remember to put a note on the bulletin board at work, she could probably sell all she wanted. But does she ever remember? No, she doesn't.
So we have eggs: boiled, scrambled or fried for breakfast, egg salad for lunch, and sometimes even omelet or egg wraps for dinner. We have brown eggs, light tan eggs, cream-colored eggs, blue eggs and green eggs. Big eggs and little eggs. Enough eggs to meet the needs of seven families, I'm pretty sure. This Sunday I'll be experimenting with freezing them. Fresh eggs keep a long time in the fridge and I will need plenty for baking season, but seriously...this is a LOT of eggs.
Next, I've added several new blogs to my blogroll. Check them out to meet some guaranteed interesting people. Especially my granddaughter's new blog, The Adventures of the Everyday. Kate is 15 and her thoughts about life are worth reading at any age. Especially her latest blog on gossip. Real truths there. (Not that I'm prejudiced or anything..). Kate is featured on the cover of my new CD Beyond the Grave.
Last is something that is not so fun or funny. It was something I saw in the second-hand store. In the linens section was a little hand-tied quilt, mostly done in pinks and floral fabric. I picked it up because I am always drawn to quilts. On the back in permanent marker it said, "To Chloe from Gramps, 2008."
I don't know who Chloe is, or who Gramps is, but why was that little quilt in the second-hand store only one year later? Did Chloe accidentally leave it behind when her mother was shopping? Did her mother decide Chloe was too old for Gramps' pink quilt and give it away? Other not-very-happy scenarios come to mind, but I'd rather not even go there. Gramps had to be a special guy to be making a little quilt like that. Surely the child would loved what he made for her.
So I am clinging to the belief that Chloe dropped her quilt, and her mother will be back looking for it frantically. Yes, that has to be the explanation. Anything else is just too sad.