To preface this whole experience, Lonely Eggs is a title created by my friend Susie upon hearing the stories of my mother...our mother (since my sister, and oft-partner-in-crime will be helping me with this blogging experience), Christine, in her mid-50s (she just turned 57 on 9/30/10), has provided us many things: shelter, food, clothing, lots of love, and of course, stories!
This isn't in chronological order, and will sometimes make her seems like an angry person, but you have to understand that when it comes to telling stories, my sister and I tend to exaggerate all the details to make the funniest bits more funny, more dramatic, and add to the whole experience.
The first of these stories is quite brief, but a gem and a true example of how our mother thinks sometimes.
It was Easter, probably three or four years ago, although this particular quirk has occurred countless times in grocery stores, and will likely occur again, but...mom thinks eggs get lonely. The first time this happened that I can recall, she was standing in the kitchen with dozens of eggs to be dyed for Easter Sunday, and as we moved eggs out of the cartons, she'd rearrange them. Each time an cluster of eggs was removed, she'd fill the empty spots with eggs from other containers, or more the eggs at the end of the carton closer to the front, always making sure that there were two eggs, paired, near each other. This went on for a few minutes and one of us asked her about it, in a very "WTF are you doing?!" kind of way. Her response: "If you take the eggs out, the other eggs will get lonely. I don't want to think that they're sitting there all cold and alone because we took out the other eggs. I'm just moving them to be closer to each other!"
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But this went on for a while. The same thing happens in the store if there's a broken egg in a container. She wants it to know it was loved and to then remove it and re-cluster the eggs so that trauma is spared. It's actually much funnier to witness than to write about, but this is just the beginning...
