I can hear your little voices right now.  I am talented like that.

OHHHHH…. I know when you log on to The Big Can Do…. in your mind… you always secretly say…. “Oh gawd.  I hope she doesn’t talk about Sock Monkeys or Chicken Eggs today.”

So close your laptop right now, gosh darn it.  I am going to talk about both.

You see… I don’t know why I like the things that I do.  But I do.   I talk about Rocks here a lot too.   But I have long had a appreciation for The Sock Monkey.  There is just something about the conflicting spirit of the sock monkey.  They all have this look on their faces like they are completely happy, yet underneath they are terrible concerned about something.  You have to love that in a stuffed being.

But the real problem I have tonight… is the chicken egg.  The recapitulation of the story is this.   Today, I stopped by my favorite farm to buy chicken eggs.  These people are good, hardworking, kind people (who’s women wear little bonnets, and who’s men wear longish beards and dark hats).  Any way, as I bought my regular four dozen fix, the Chicken Lady told me they had butchered a bunch of their hens.  They would not be getting more for a couple of months.

Well, you may as well have dropped a piano on me from 42 stories above.  I  WAS CRUSHED.   I love THESE chicken eggs. They are the best I have ever, ever, ever consumed in my entire life.

I tried hard not to sob in front of her.  I tucked my four dozen eggs under my arm and retreated to my car.  I did not sob there either.  Their dog was watching.  (I am not sure if it is a girl or boy dog, as it does not wear a bonnet or a beard).

I drove away, trying to keep focus on the road.  My mind was racing.   WHERE…. Oh for heaven’s sake…. WHERE will I ever find chicken eggs as good as these.

I was despondent, dejected…. and visibly shaken by the entire ordeal.  In fact, the rest of the day, I had been feeling a little down in the dumps.

But now… I have regrouped.  Yes.  I have adopted a new view on things.  I now see this as a new challenge… a QUEST… if you will.

Polly in search of the next perfect Chicken Egg Farmer.

I know you are out there.  And the Universe will show me the way to the Golden Embryo.  I have faith.  I am back out of my shell… and I can see the white at the end of the meringue.    The Good Egg.

I just hope it is everything it is cracked up to be.

“The only impossible journey is the one you never begin.” – A. Robbins

“It is your road and yours alone.  Others may walk it with you.  But no one can walk if for you.” – Rumi