|... a product I wasn't expecting to see ...|
One that had to be organized before we left the house, we had so much to do. I knew there would be a lot of driving … and talking.
Rebecca has a silver necklace that hasn’t seen the light of day for years.
So I brought along my polishing cloth and a rubbed the surface of the necklace as we drove: to the bank, over to the equestrian store, to Home Depot, to take in a picture to be frame, drugs to purchase at the drug store.
|... super large eggs for sale ...|
Now Val Napoleon has a name for this. She calls it going on the trap line, but this wasn’t really checking places we usually go.
We were shopping in one-off places, really.
|Sign taped to fridge door: Eggs $5 a doz|
“Don’t stop here,” I said.
But I was not the driver.
|... liver on the top shelf ...|
She wheeled around and we entered a large acreage in the city where people can stable their horses.
The picket fences were white.
A few horses were in individual corrals.
Rebecca had disappeared into the barn.
I had to check out the chicken, until they came running toward me and I could see they were turkeys.
They must have thought I was bringing them feed.
|a fly filled window sill|
perfect truth that this is a horse farm
|at first I thought chicken|
then I thought turkey
I was not raised on a farm so it was hard to tell.
When I got there, Rebecca had taken the empty cartons.
She was filling them with eggs from the fridge.
There was a drop box that said Eggs, $5 a dozen.
That was about it.
Serve yourself. The sign on the barn door also offered a bag of chicken livers for sale. I am glad she resisted the urge to buy them.
|... the purchase in hand and leaving for home ...|
I could tell that we were truly rural when I saw the window ledges, filled with dead flies.
Truly agricultural, that spot.
This morning I was looking at the eggs again.
|...driving into the egg farm...|
They are so large I am afraid to devil them.
The size would just be wrong.