Monday, February 24, 2014

The Green Man and the Alien Egg

Well, it's been a strange few days. 
On Friday evening a storm blew up out of nowhere, yanked the roofplates around a bit, found its way into the studio, and dumped a pool of chilly water in the attic.  The bookshelves and area around the clay table in my workroom was flooded.  Having a wooden floor is romantic, but not so much when trying to contain a spontaneous waterfall.  Soon there was a musical pattering as the water made its way downstairs, directly on to my computer.  Murphy sure knows how to aim.
On Saturday I was trying to mop up and dry up indoors as best I could, while serving customers in the shop.  Dear husband decided to go onto the roof to see what could be done about the damage. 
Next moment there was a resounding crash and the world outside turned green.
After witnessing this event I can tell you that it's a scientific fact - if you drop a bucket of paint from the roof the splatter area will be several meters in all directions.  Did I mention that this happened right in front of the open studio door?  With Siegfried and three unsuspecting dogs at ground zero.  I'm still busy cleaning up.

This afternoon, after a trip to town to replace drowned computer parts, I took a walk in the veld with my green dogs to steady my nerves.  We  came upon an egg.
It's 10cm long and pointy on one end, with a rough and porous surface. The shell feels as though it is very thick and hard.  Whatever animal laid this egg must be of a significant size.  I did imagine that I saw one of the neighbours walking an Emu the other day, but I believe their eggs are blue.  Maybe it's a dragon or a dinosaur egg, or maybe we had an early visit from the Easter bunny.   But this is a fenced area...
I'm not taking any chances.  It's going in a straw basket and staying outside.  With the kind of luck I'm having lately, a mohair eating lizard will hatch from it and devour my teddy bears!

6 comments:

  1. I am so sorry for you, having to deal with the aftermath of the storm. My heart was in my mouth when I read your blog. I thought it was your husband that fell. Paint is not nice, but better than a broken husband.
    Hugs

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    1. Thanks, Kay. We are always busy building or maintaining something, and even I am often up on a ladder. There's always a safety harness clipped to an anchor and I'm forever chewing Henning's ear because he's not wearing a hat or safety goggles. Usually the paint cans are attached to the ladder with rope, but this was going to be a 'quick' job.

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  2. Gosh Megan, you sure have had your share of stuff happening, hope everything is dry by now. Just because I am curious, I googled Emu eggs, wow, they are a beautiful dark green blue colour and bigger, so I am afraid no baby emu in there, yes I would keep that egg far away from any heat, see you next week.

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    1. Keeps life interesting, Elga! our neighbours do have emus. Maybe we can ask them for an egg?

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  3. Megan, jy kan nie sê dis vervelig daar by jou nie! Kraak daardie eier oop, ek is baie nuuskierig om te weet wat dit is :-)

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    1. Ja, hier is altyd iets aan die gang... En nee wat, ek is seker daai eier is vrot. Dis gryserig aan die onderkant en mens kan hoor daar is iets binne-in wat rondskud. Ek het dit dadelik weer buite gaan sit. Vrot eiers kan ontplof. Ek dink emmers groen verf is mak teen wat daar gaan uitkom! Wie die ding hier kom lê het is net 'n groot raaisel.

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