Life is filled with beauty. Mystery. And apparently, so are our refrigerators . . .
Early this morning I went to the fridge to start some boiled eggs.
Before we proceed, do you notice the subject confusion here, likely attributable to a lack of morning coffee? To be clear, I didn’t go to the fridge to boil the eggs, because we all know that is not possible. But, I went to the fridge to get some eggs so that I could begin the process of boiling them.
Pulling out the carton, and placing it on the counter, I opened it in the ordinary way I always do. But today, this carton was a bit extraordinary. Selecting a slightly speckled, light brown egg from the huddle, I noticed the milk that dripped from the bottom of it.
Puzzled, I picked up another.
Drip, drop, drip . . .
Noting the rhythmic pattern of a clapping game, I plucked more eggs from the container.
Drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drip, drip . . .
In shock and disbelief I discovered that we had a situation. The mysterious milk pooled in the bottom of the entire egg carton.
And yet . . . wondrous.
How did this happen?
In a strange turn of events, were the eggs laying their own milk? (ding)
Had a chicken collided with a cow? (ding)
In protest of fridge conditions, were the orbs staging an uprising, one milkdrop at a time? (ding)
Quite simply, there is beauty in the unknowing . . .
Finally, I solved the mystery, clue by leaky clue.
But, really, that story would not be a story worth reading. Dull, dull, dull . . .
And no one here is about to write the story of a dull egg . . .
(In an effort to get to the other side, may our inner chickens accept that we are simply crossing the road . . . ) 🙂 Have a great day!