“Monday was Almost a Fluke”
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Dreams of the apocalypse – technological holocaust – throughout the entire night, downtown scene under haunting skies, as usual, something of escaped animals maybe, overgrown foliage, and Rose not having to go into work…
At least Mom had been happy; no more computers.
Yes, they had become old cronies.
The first half hour of the day inspired a first for Collette – she forgot it was OLeif’s 28th birthday, as he had done six months earlier on her’s. Fortunately, neither had forgotten Puck’s back in April. Not as though he would have let them…
A little apple cider vinegar and hot water to start the morning for Collette.
Another wardrobe malfunction for OLeif – somehow he had melted the zipper on his riding jacket. He traded it out for the lightweight version.
So, with tired, red-eyed, crackly dry allergies, Collette escorted her charge to church for about three hours which included around four fits of tears for Puck due to various trips, misunderstandings, etc.
“Are you sick?” Collette asked him.
Too much of a good thing maybe…
LED rings and trail mix of pretzels, marshmallows, raisins, goldfish, M&Ms, and “snoodles” were distributed. The kid-sized beach balls were also kicked out over the heads of eager kids during the daily finale.
During lunch, Puck watched Tasha’s son finally begin drilling together her new backyard fence. Panel by panel.
A water main break in the afternoon snapped the water pressure. Fortunately there was still a set of bottled water in the fridge.
Rose, un-contagious-ing herself, had flipped on an Australian movie about Hercules and karate…
Puck picked weed bouquets in the back yard and measured his playhouse with OLeif’s measuring tape. Then he found the fat, crackly charcoal log in the patio grate. Dirty footprints led to a soapy tub with old silver gravy ladle for pouring. Collette swept up charcoal bits in the kitchen.
At dinner – Puck had snagged an old compact mirror and his white infant comb. Making himself presentable for another plate of chicken. He also examined his special trophy from Tuesday.
“I’m so proud of this trophy,” he said, admiring the shiny gold gilt of the rockstar star-guitar pillar.
The birthday boy arrived after seven-thirty with his choice of fun.
Penn Station it was. Subs, chocolate chips cookies, and apple juice for Collette.
Some wild and crazy party it was.
Then Carrie checked in about an earlier shopping excursion with Francis…
“I had to take Bon-Bon in with us [because] she had a vet appointment. She was starting to get heavy in her carrier so I asked [Francis] to carry her. Of course he refused. “[Carrie], if a man looses his dignity, what does he have left?” So he carried my PURSE instead. Later he felt guilty so he agreed to carry her. He slammed her into a glass door.”
Then Izzy called OLeif to wish him a happy birthday.