14 APR 26

Yali’s sitting at the table that morning splashing Frosted Flakes over yesterday’s mail... “Oops...” still recovering from a late night of kickball with the great-grandson of Ted Drewes at Scouts amongst other friends and maybe a few bruises...

Patience hadn’t found sleep early either... and whether it was because she had already been “just too tired” to hear clearly... or maybe her ear tubes weren’t pulling weight as they sometimes won’t... but she had managed to hear yesterday’s nightly Bible reading from 2 Kings... “Go up you baldhead!”... as... “Go up you meatball!”...

And now it’s morning and kickballs and meatballs aside... both kids are waiting on hot breakfast and big brother muscle to pull out the oven so we can unplug it and plug it back in again... as it will do... about as reliable as a PC from the ‘90s...

The dog of course takes this opportunity of distraction to somehow snag an... “Egg! What the... what is in your mouth? Is that a whole frozen chimichanga?”... it is... it indeed is... and not the first she will loot this morning... she trots off with the spoils in her mouth to systematically shred before consuming...

And in a few blinks the rest of the day splays into crisscrosses of classes and the dentist and picking up Puck’s ‘76 Lincoln from more repairs and the dance studio and the movies and the gym with friends and an elders meeting at church... and I’m out in St. Chuck at eight o’clock picking up Yali who’s running around with another buddy fisting a large blue raspberry slurpee as they clatter theater swords at each other in the early summer night air...