The above arrived in my email this morning. A Microsoft OneDrive Memory from this Day. One of the rare instances where I remember the memory.
That is an ostrich egg I am holding.
I remember it was in January, the last time I drove Miss Puerto Rico to DFW International Airport, to fly to her home island to visit her parental units.
Miss Puerto Rico did not ask why I was driving surface roads instead of the usual freeway route to the airport.
Eventually I did get on a freeeway, but I had been told by Miss Mary K that she'd left an ostrich egg for me in her mailbox. I think the reason was a couple days prior I'd visited her farm and her pet ostrich and the subject of ostrich eggs came up. I may have asked if they were edible and was told they were.
I do remember turning that ostrich egg into on big scrambled egg. I do not remember if it tasted like a regular egg.
Miss Puerto Rico was not an inquisitive type person. Just like not asking why I was not getting on the freeway, she did not ask why I was getting a big egg out of a mailbox, or how I knew it would be there. I thought Miss Puerto Rico's not asking to be quite odd.
I do not remember how the photo was taken. Clearly it was not a selfie, as one hand is holding the egg, with the other hand on the steering wheel. Which means Miss Puerto Rico had to have taken the photo. I vaguely recollect her saying she wanted to show me and the egg to her mom. Miss Puerto Rico must have sent the photo to my phone.
