Day: July 16, 2008

This morning the library called to tell me that I had two items being held for me. This reminded me of the pile of books that were likely overdue. Going to the library jumped up to the top of the priority list, so I loaded Gleek and Patch into the car and we went. On the way to and from the building I avoided cars, made sure not to step in mud, and navigated curbs. Gleek and Patch avoided hordes of goblins, skirted a mire of doom, and rode a griffin across a bottomless chasm. Their world is far more interesting than mine. We dashed and sneaked our way through the library, picking up books along the way. At the end I checked all the kids library accounts, paid fines, and renewed books. Then we traversed back to the car for the journey home. On the drive home there was much discussion of goblins, seeing stones, and hobgobin spit. (We’ve been reading The Spiderwick Chronicles.)

I had over a dozen hardboiled eggs sitting on my kitchen counter. I’d cooked them this morning with the intention of making egg salad for lunch. The egg salad was abandoned in favor of speedier PBJ, so the eggs sat waiting. I pulled out an empty carton to put the eggs away for later. Whenever I stow hardboiled eggs in the fridge, I draw little smiley faces on them. This allows us all to know at a glance which eggs may be peeled and which are a mess waiting to happen. The eggs always look so cute with their row of smiling faces. I started drawing faces on this batch. It is interesting to me how the quick little smiles develop personalities. One egg looks sweet. The next looks goofy. By about the seventh egg, I started to feel sorry for these little faces smiling at the people who will crack them open and eat them. Perhaps not all of the eggs were happy to be boiled. The next egg looked a little worried. The one after was surprised. One ended up mad. One looked like he was hatching a plot to escape from the fridge in rebellion. I think he needs to be the first to go. I don’t like the way he’s looking at me.