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Puck didn’t waste any time making my morning interesting. When I walked out of the shower – El Oso long gone to the men’s breakfast Bible study – cabinets and fridge were open, milk bottle uncapped, milk puddles spilled on the counter.

“Puck?”

“Oh. Heh heh. Anna and Eddie just wanted to give the cat outside some milk. Sorry, Mom. Sorry.”

Puck ran outside to join them. A few minutes later, I was halfway through my breakfast yogurt. One of the neighbor girls rapped on the door.

“Uh, Puck fell down and can’t get up.”

I looked out the door; my hair was still wet.

“Puck?” I called two houses down. “What’s up?”

“I don’t know! I can’t get up!” he yelled back, holding his knee.

I pulled on my moccasins, walked over, and helped him up; he walked it off. He was fine, of course. Boys bounce. Walked back home. Still not finished with the yogurt, a few minutes later…

“MOM! MOM! ANNA FELL OUT OF THE TREE!”

She was fine.

By the time I actually got through breakfast, the crises had ended.

Anyway, it was Theodore’s 66th birthday, so at the Silverspoon’s there were paninis, cheesecakes, and movies/cigars for Theodore and El Oso before/after Bible study.

Rose drove over in the S4. I had seen it earlier when I came out to the Big House in the afternoon to record another podcast segment with all of us sisters. It was flashy and black and, as Carrie said, “a lot of car for a little girl.” The grin on Rose’s face indicated she had made the right decision.

NLCS Game 1

St. Louis Cardinals vs. San Francisco Giants

7:07 pm

Waino vs. Bumgarner.

“Bumgarner,” Carrie scoffed. “That is a name I would change. Seriously, why would you keep that name?”

It was the worst insult we could offer, considering it wasn’t our hottest performance on the mound, infield, or outfield. But still, better get it out of their systems now.

Cardinals: 0

Giants: 1