Toni Stone October 24, 2005
401 Buck Hollow Road
Fairfax, VT 05454
rainy egg give away
Sunday Sabbath
in our quest to keep Sunday apart, more quiet and meaningful than the usual, bum’s rush of everyday-like-every-other-day-let’s- rush-and-be-mindless-workdays. . .we celebrated a wet autumn pumpkin afternoon, in the town of Essex and Williston.
i drove down with Gifford, to the PTT brunch at Butler’s
and we did gratitude’s on the walkie-talkies with Todd and Paul. during breakfast, we discussed forgiveness, read about forgiveness, selected forgiveness quotes, and set up our weekday forgiveness calls for october/november.
Todd had brought about three thousand million dozen of eggs
to me from a local farm. after i gave away a couple of hundred dozen
to my neighbor, the students and our cleaning lady,
who will make deviled eggs for the after-school program in her neighborhood,
i loaded up a couple of thousand extra dozen into the back of my jeep,
with Gifford’s help. what a perfect Sabbath activity. i am sure i manifested this circumstance, by sending to San Francisco for a trillion yards of egg fabric
to duplicate the one yard of it Marie Pappas sent me for my birthday.
i love eggs. i love fabric with eggs on it.
it’s such a pattern of generating. eggs all over the place. possibility prevails. it could be Easter or spring, but it’s october. oh well.
Gifford and i put the eggs in buckets, flowerpots, wash basins
and plastic brownie pans. after i left him with Todd to go to
the airport at the brunch, i drove straight to Eagle Crest
to pick up Mom. Steve was still at a real estate open house,
so he will be paying the fine for violating the agreement
not to work on Sundays. he’s fine with the fine.
when i got to Eagle Crest, Mom came down to help me carry
all the eggs, in their containers, into her building. she only wanted two dozen.
the rest we stacked on the giveaway table in the recreation room, on the first floor, where the fake halloween people are lurking in the hallways,
with the rubber frightening masks on.
a few ladies freaked out at all the free eggs. it kept on expanding.
out in the parking lot a lady, very short with gray hair, came by walking her short, gray dog. Mom flagged her down on the walkway from the passenger seat
of my jeep, “hey, there are free eggs on the round table,” she yelled to her.
the woman screeched back, “i am stone deaf. i can’t hear
a single thing you are saying.” “that’s okay,” said my Mother,
“i can’t hear anything either. . .”
the lady hobbled over, dragging the gray dog by his neck.
“there are free eggs on the table in there, go grab some.”
she looked startled. the dark barked. she told him to be quiet and said,
“okay, i needed some. i am making a cake and i ran out of eggs. thank you.”
off she went a little faster. we drove away. i was laughing.
it was not exactly how i thought a Sabbath Sunday could be.
it was better.
