Day job to the rescue

There was some shell in the egg. This was known before the spoonful of such entered mouth. Hardly a hesitation towards a future known crunch, or a notorious disharmony of silky yolk. Time happening. When the almost entirely calcium carbonate; semipermeable membrane; caused traction among enamel,  admittedly several seconds after the thought of when the feeling would arrive-there wasn’t anything bad about it- the crunch. Right about now timing schedule, leaving to partake in re-setting constitutional fibers within cerebral toothpicks.

Considering shell remnants.

Pupil to the written word, thoughts of future action. Avid participation of actual doing. Should one eat the rest of the shell, transcribe ‘she proceeded to consume the remnants of shell’ and falter about in experience for the sake of experience. Or, just veer towards maturity, leave the shell, and hope the ocean sings though.

Day job to the rescue.


Simple Simon’s Diary by Gerald Shepherd has me constantly in awe of his knowledgeable pursuits and obvious genius. His work inspired today’s post. Be sure to pop on over and be enlightened.

16 responses to Day job to the rescue

    • Jessie Martinovic – Author

      I’m not sure about excellent, but your compliment is reviewed graciously Barry, cheers

    • Jessie Martinovic – Author

      Your smart. When I was little, I hated eggs even after trying them, as I’ve always had this thing where I want to like everything. I eventually asked mum if I could eat the shell instead. It wasn’t very good.

  1. Shell remnants are best removed post the cooking process; impossible without a temper tantrum pre cook. The ways of egg are manifold.

    • Jessie Martinovic – Author

      I’ve been lazy and just boiling them of late. Haven’t felt like watching the poachers simmer, and get a few things done during the time . Eggs are so versatile, you are correct!

    • Jessie Martinovic – Author

      Eggsellent and thank you. Can you imagine, thinking things like this all day. On my days off, I actually do. But I left the house, and actually found a sign, in a toilet saying ‘this is the sign you are looking for’ and wrote ‘thank you’. What discovery.

      • You know, what gets me is those maps you see in town squares and the like, with the little arrow that says “You are here”. I mean, how do they know where I am?

      • Jessie Martinovic – Author

        hey, those maps help me. Who to trust now?

      • It’s an eternal dilemma, Jessie. Personally, I soothe my angst by just repeating “I am here, I am here, I am here”, but I must admit I’m comforted when one of those sings says “You are here”. I just don’t how they can be so sure.

      • Jessie Martinovic – Author

        I think those people who make the signs have a deep history of orienteering. But your coping mechanism seems a wonderful tool to have on you at all times!

    • Jessie Martinovic – Author

      Thank you again Shey. I gave Manu the shells, which are good for his beak. Although I probably shouldn’t, because he almost severed quite a chunk of muscle between pointing finger and thumb yesterday, when my dear friend Michelle Michelle handed me a poncho gift. Totally uncalled for, I thought his feathers were waterproof enough, it seems this is not the case.

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