The Old, the Egg and the Lovely

It's time to check in with the Cucumber Family.

Herbert: After six days, the effort of holding that dazzling smile is beginning to show in Herb's left eye. Behold: a large, yellow tear. Ma fears an emotional breakdown is imminent. Perhaps 'putting on a happy face' is not always the best medicine.

Magnolia: Increasing age has started to take its toll. No amount of moisturizing cream can hide the wrinkles encroaching upon her brow. Maggie's countenance appears jaded. She begins to wonder, ever so slightly, if there is more to life than make-up.

Curbie: The passing of time has not lent the look of maturity to this young cuke. If anything, willfulness and evil ingenuity seem etched even deeper into his soulless being. Despite his mediocre size, one would hate to meet Curbie in a dark row of the garden.

Baby Melonie: Ah, little Mel...so small and yet so shrimpy. You, alone seem virtually unchanged over the past week (one week in human time equals 40 years for a cucumber). The light of increased awareness is evident in one of your eyes. Too bad about that camera lens smudge...
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Moving on to reality, Jason has always had this odd proclivity for 'well done' foods.

This morning's egg was no exception...
..."Did you want it to turn out that way?"

"Yes! I like them to pop and sizzle in the pan."

"What? I can't hear you over all the popping sound..."
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Jason's leaving tomorrow to drive himself down to LeTourneau. He'll be taking the little blue Toyota and stopping off at Aunt Elizabeth's, in Tulsa, overnight, and finishing the last 5 hour leg on Saturday.

In honor of Jason's last day here, I'm taking the kids and myself for a final outing of the season. I won't say just where, but the day is appropriately hot and humid.

Aye....the end of summer is most bittersweet.
 

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