Hey, thanks for the kind words about my dessicated goose egg/baby shower story. I am impressed that some people read through it. I don't post all that much but when I do I tend to, well, go on and on and on... Nice to know that my BA in English wasn't a total waste. Oh, wait, it basically was. Oh, well. That was my own fault, and no responsibility of the fine institution of higher learning at which I earned it or the concept in general of a degree in English. "Huh, you went to college for that? I was speaking English even before I went to Kindergarten!"
No, I never had a viable plan of what to do with that degree, and that got me exactly as far as it deserved to... But I did enjoy the heck out of my course of study while it lasted.
Anyway, I have major breaking news in the goose egg story! I am still in touch with Margaret, the object of the baby shower, so I sent her a little Facebook message bringing up the history of the egg. Not only did she remember all about it,
but she has the egg in her possession at this very moment! Somehow I had it in my head that the egg had met an ignominious end, as at some point in a visit home I had noticed it was gone. No, Margaret tells me, my mother presented it to her some years back at the 70th birthday party of Margaret's dad. Now, being a truly nice person, of course Margaret couldn't turn this down. But amazingly, she continues to keep the egg, even though my mother passed about three years ago and couldn't check up on that. She says the egg has given her a story to tell about her "oddest possession." Margaret reports the egg is in one of her closets right now, and her "young" friends think it's gross. So apparently it is still drawing the thrill-seeking crowds even in our modern age.
This somehow makes me very happy. The egg will be 49 years old this April. Margaret says she may be cremated with it.
And somewhere, my mother is saying, "See?
That's why you never throw anything away!"