Two Egg Handicap

Yesterday, at the beginning of afternoon chores I collected the last two eggs. This in itself is not news-worthy.

However, with time always at a premium nowadays, I did not run them up to the house straight away. I proceeded with my work, carrying my two egg handicap in my hand, as you do.

Waiting until I had worked my way up to the house to pop them in the egg basket on the kitchen bench.

Proceeding one handed just to see if I could.

Boo offered to carry one for me but I viewed his offer with a healthy dose of suspicion. Like me he is just a little too droll (sp?) for his own good. His jokes are sometimes misunderstood.

(If BooBoo spoke words would he have a NZ accent or an American one I wonder. I think I might feel a little let down if he spoke American).

Anyway, egg handicaps are not newsworthy either. We often carry golf-ish handicaps through life. Some even self imposed. Some imposed upon us to level out this somewhat uneven playing field of life.

Which is fair – sometimes I feel I have way more than my share of good luck and joy.

FreeBee bowled over to relieve me of one of my egg friends. I was almost to the house too! But I took his offer. He was not making a joke. And he is much bigger than me.

FreeBee loves eggs. He opens his mouth and I post the whole egg in. He seldom wastes a drop – him having such a big mouth and all!

So in the end only one egg found its way up to the house and the kitchen and maybe my breakfast.

Again, not dramatic news …

But you know what they say?

No news is good news.

A day without drama followed by phone calls into the night with my people. My brother popping in on the airwaves. Ordinary. Good. Kind.

Priceless.

Good morning.

Have a great day. Ordinary, if possible. Let me know. Talk soon!

Celi

PS Huh. The first frost.