This is the view from my kitchen window, which is significant because I seem to spend a lot of time here lately. That sentence smacks of ‘housewifey-ness’, but be assured that’s not the case.
Well, I did whip up a delicious Chicken Tikka Masala last night, but that’s another story.
On these drizzly days when Western Oregon seems mired in the bog of winter, I use my indoor hours to wash eggs in the kitchen. And boy, are we ever getting a lot of eggs these days! For everyone who asks, “How are your chickens doing?”; here’s your answer! About 60% of our hens are laying now, and we collect about 15 dozen eggs a day.
Washing eggs by hand is a time-consuming process, but it also means I am able to hand-inspect each egg for quality. (There’s all that QA training coming in handy!) This laborious process is also painfully dull. Because boredom and I are not such good friends, I have become adept at finding ways to occupy my mind while simultaneously washing and packing eggs.
So what do I do while packing your carton of XL Brown Eggs?
- Watch movies on the computer via Netflix’s “Watch Instantly” feature. I’ve seen some terrific classics and some really awful romantic comedies this way.
- Listen to music on Pandora, in stations ranging from Beyonce to Wilco to Toby Keith, depending on my current mood.
- Pray for this farm and for all you folks enjoying its first fruits in your own homes or at some of the classiest restaurants in Portland.
- Catch up on my favorite TV shows (since I rarely watch the actual television) on Hulu.
- Listen to Dr. Laura’s radio show until I can’t handle any more stupid callers.
- Dream up grand ideas for the future of the farm and for my life. Some of my best ideas show up during this time, but they are often contradictory. For example: I would like to buy 500 acres of prime farmland and building a farmhouse in which to raise my 84 children. And also I think it might be fun to move to France and buy a bicycle and pedal around the countryside without a care in the world. This dream also includes lots of wine and French bakeries. I need some guidance on my dreaming, I think.
- Catch the latest podcasts from the Brian Loritts and the other gifted pastors at Fellowship Memphis. It’s a good thing this church has podcasts for the at-home-listener, because I would seriously consider moving to Tennessee just to be a part of this congregation. (See above for Random Dreams and Ideas). Part of the draw is that my mommy lives in Memphis and is a member of Fellowship. She’s got some church-picking talent, that woman!
So, as you can see, your eggs are packed with care. And lots of prayers, big dreams, and quite a few dumb movies.