Life is an Adventure

I've been meaning to write this blog post for awhile now but it hasn't quite taken shape enough for me to commit to writing it until yesterday.  I was driving back from a small farm on the other side of town, the views were spectacular and the sky as blue as it gets.

A few weeks ago my husband came home and not being able to resist the temptation I greeted him with these words: "Hi Love!  I just met some Russian guy over the internet and I'm meeting him in a parking lot tomorrow so I can buy some eggs from him!"  Needless to say, he just about had a heart attack.

But impulsive me went ahead.  As I arrived at the designated spot, I texted two of my friends to tell them what I am doing and if I don't text them in 10 minutes, something went wrong.  I mean, come on!  How many movies have you seen?  My action movie setup where they kidnap me and my son and turn us into assassins had a different kind of exciting conclusion and I paid $20 for 4 dozen of the most beautiful farm eggs you have ever seen.  They are brown and all differently shaped, some crazy big and others long and narrow.  The yolks were bright orange and coloured the scrambled eggs a nice dark yellow instead of the regular almost white we have come to expect from our eggs.  I loved these babies.

After about two weeks my egg supply was running on low and I had to reluctantly buy store eggs again.  The husband seemed slightly relieved to find small white eggs in the basket on the counter instead of my adventure eggs.  He voiced his concern about my "black market eggs" as he called them at the office and one of his co-workers assured him that the produce market in Canada is more of an off-white colour.  This helped him feel a little better but he made me promise there will be no more Russian eggs.

I broke that promise.  A few days ago my Russian friend called to see if I wanted more eggs.  I couldn't say no!  What kind of mother would I be if I fed my kids regular eggs instead of farm fresh, free range eggs when they are not overly priced and so easy to come by?**  So this time instead of heading out to the parking lot, I head out to their small little farm.

I followed Google Maps like the good little navigator I am.  The trail kept going up into the wild where the road no longer has two lanes and signs to watch for wildlife were everywhere.  It was spooky.  I kept thinking that I should probably have told someone where I was going but was too scared to pull over so I can send a text.  The further I went, the thicker the woods became and I could see fewer and fewer homes.  This time we were not looking at an action movie, this is straight low budget horror movie stuff.

And all of a sudden I found a small cul-de-sac with garbage and recycling bins out for pickup day and a row of lovely neat homes.  Most painted a cheerful white with blue trim.  Absolutely stunning.  Once more my horror movie didn't quite pan out (to my relieve!) but I drove away with several dozen eggs and the most amazing views of the countryside.  Going back down that once scary road there was now a lovely sunny drive where I soaked in all the wonder around me.  I was in awe of this life and the experiences we are handed and my eggs.

Life is truly an adventure, every day is a new story being written.  Our stories are sometimes dramatic and other times quite comedic.  Sometimes we live through a fearful or heartbreaking story but we should never forget that there is adventure in there somewhere.  We just have to embrace the adventures and live them when they cross our paths.  Even when you are scared or would much rather stay in the safety of your home, a short walk out the door could just be the adventure the doctor ordered.

** Disclaimer:  I have no problem if you feed your kids regular eggs, I do it all the time.  But I am also really good at lying to myself to justify doing things I probably should not be doing.  So please be a good parent and feed your kids whatever you feel they should eat and ignore me and my hopefully temporary idiocy because feeding my kid a chocolate chip cookie for dinner seemed totally reasonable last night.