Brown Eggs Don’t Color Well

She was on the phone. “I’ll ask him if it’s necessary, he doesn’t eat hard-boiled eggs anyway. We may not be doing that this year. As long as the easter bunny stops by…” Sometime later that morning she posed the question not too worried about the answer. “We don’t have to color Easter Eggs, right. You don’t eat them anyway, then I’ll have all these hard-boiled eggs…” He looked surprised, “yes I want to color eggs.” “You do!” She had to concede. “OK.” The movie wasn’t over yet when he got an idea. “Let’s walk to the store and get eggs, we did that last time. They have to be the white ones.” As surprised as she was he’d even suggested they walk to the store there was something more important to be addressed first. “Yes” she said ” brown ones don’t color well at all, white ones are the best.” He agreed it was like they didn’t let the color stick to them. “But now, you’re going to interrupt the movie to go get eggs and color, this is the best part!” “We can watch it when we get back.” He got up and shut off the player and TV. “You never want to walk to the store! All the times I’ve asked you to come to the store…” “We can watch the best part, push buttons on the TV…” He had wanted to say it would keep until they got back but it didn’t come out right. He was only 7… Well, he’d be 8 in another month. “You must be serious about Easter Eggs.” “Yes.”

When they got back he wanted to play games on his iPad. “Oh no you don’t! After the movie finishes, it’s at the best part…” “It’s almost over…” “Yes, that’s the best part when they beat Donkey Kong. You can play after that!” He put the movie back on and she put the eggs in a pot to boil.

He was more than willing to stop playing the iPad to color eggs. It was as if he were on a mission. He had a plan. She had chosen six mugs, he put the color tabs in, she the tablespoon of white vinegar and then the 1/2 cup of water. All the accessories were assembled. “I’m going to give eggs to my friends.” ” That way I won’t have too many left here, I can keep a few to put in my salad, you can have some for you and mommy and give some away. Good idea.” He didn’t want to color one of them that’d been severely cracked during boiling. “OK, we’ll take this one out. Hey, Wait a minute!” She went to the fridge. “I have these left for my salads. You can color them too.” “They’re cold!” “Of course they are, they were in the refrigerator!” 13 eggs was the grand total. He mixed the colors together to make black before pouring them out to wash the cups. “You know your uncles, aunt and I used to pour a little bit of each color into one cup when there was only one egg left to make one black egg.” What she didn’t tell him was no matter how hard they’d tried all they ever got was a murky gray egg, good enough for them, which was called the goose egg for the easter egg hunts holding zero dollar value. Still, it was always fun to find the goose egg. In later years for their own children the goose egg became the 5-dollar prize. When they dried he chose the decorations he wanted giving one back to her. “This one’s for you.” “Thank-you! I’ll give you one then so you bring 8 home and I’ll keep 5. That will be plenty for salads.” Then there was that cracked one in the fridge… He decided to try one of the eggs that had a smaller crack but he noticed the egg had turned green. “How would you get green eggs and ham?” “With food coloring. Don’t worry you can eat that the color won’t hurt you.” He peeled the egg and took a bite. “Not much flavor.” “The flavor’s in the yolk.” He took another bite then removed the yolk. “What are you doing?” “I don’t like the yolk.” “The yolk has all the vitamins.” He was full from eating tuna and crackers so it didn’t distress him too much when she got a snack-sized baggie and told him to put everything in the bag. She’d turn it into egg salad, deviled egg, something.

Wait a minute.

That means seven. She should probably give him one more.

 

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So Quiet

Always darkest before the dawn but dawn is so far away

Hours from now

It’ll be dark for a while

Sirens blare but I’m not worried

Don’t care

What I’d worry about is right here next to me

My heart goes out to what I don’t know so easily light emotional relief

Will I sleep can’t say

Not right now

Another mouthful another shot kills the infection

I can feel it right away

Thank-you all I can say and sleep will come sooner or later

That’s eventually

I know it

Sleep will come

Will come

Come

Sleep

 

So quiet

Such peace

 

 

 

 

Not Feeling Well, Breathing A Little Labored But I Have Pockets

I stick my hands in them while walking from time to time. You know, it’s those little things…

Limbo, everybody limbo, limbo all the day slipping under the highway cables then standing straightening up feeling a little woozy, actually more than that and onward. Gray days while March lets the seasons argue with each other as it does taking no sides though many prisoners. Hot, cold, warmer, cool, turbulent winds and rain and then sun, don’t get used to 70 for tomorrow it may snow sounds like normal midwestern weather on any given day but now it’s everyday. Listen to that wind whistling, yes whistling, foreboding, thunderstorms coming again. Maybe March rains will bring April flowers and bump up the first day of summer to May. Sounds reasonable. Not a new theme, it’s all been said before but there’s more than one way to put things like more than one way to skin a cat, an interesting idiom. Need to remember that one for an English lesson. Surprise and controversy instigating conversation like the many ways to say hello?

One can only hope.

Witch’s Hair

You have witch’s hair he’d said but she said no it’s simply mine, curly true more like Einstein’s. Why don’t we say it’s Einstein hair. He was really smart, you’re not that smart. Are you sure could only be the reply. Do you know that for certain? Let me tell you something:

The way I was raised we’d never talk to an adult like that so why don’t you go to the principle’s office and discuss manners and why you think you should comment like that, just blurt without thought; in fact, let’s get the principle right now.

The teacher dialed the office and went through it again while a student sat there aghast. No turning back from this, he was committed whether he wanted to be or not. You can go to the office now he was told as she hung up the phone. Deflated he walked in a daze down the hall as if an electric chair, his only fate, awaited. Zzzt… zzzztt….  The others sat quiet, the revelry snuffed out in a what just happened.

Not to add insult to injury she had an idea. Let’s begin with science, change things up a bit and find a Bill Nye the Science Guy episode to do with hair and see all we can learn about hair, how it gets it’s color, why straight, why curly, how we get that in-between wavy or with body. Could be fun.

She looked away from students sitting quietly aghast and typed Bill Nye the Science Guy all about hair in the search. I’ll let your teacher know she told them. She’ll give you a quiz. Yes, I think we’ll make this a lab.

They were all committed now, no turning back.

I Lost An Earring In The March Winds

And I really liked that one. Fell asleep to Ragnarok too, a good day all in all. Woke with Thor and Loki talking about how much they love being themselves. I love being me too, we can relate. It’s been really special.

This may just be enough and I’d heard enough is as good as a feast.

So it is.