09-09-09-09-09

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

It was 9 – 9 – 9.
And by 9:09am, it was 99999.
An uneventful time, in general.

Target, groceries, FedEx… the usual things.

In the afternoon, Creole arrived once again for yard work at the neighbor’s house with Francis before heading back to the Coca-Cola’s after Francis had packed his bike into the back of the car.
Puck even gave Creole a proper farewell as he left.
“Bye, Creole,” he said seriously.
“Yes!” said Creole. “Bye, Puck.”

That evening, Puck prepared to get out of his high chair after finishing dinner.
He was thinking very hard about something, trying to remember, it seemed, what he had been told a few days ago.
“Grandpa… Grandpa…” he said, trying to word his phrase correctly. “Grandpa’s hair went bye-bye.”

And while OLeif left for rehearsal at church, Rose was over once again to continue work in the basement, squashing large spiders while Collette sprayed bleach cleaning solution onto the various egg sacks in the rafters. Disgusting nuisances.