1st World 21st Century
Friday, April 27, 2012
The orange kitten had died.
Another one had been still-born 24 hours later.
Things weren’t so well in Catland…
Collette’s fever broke in the night. The terrible sore throat was then remedied with ibuprofen. OLeif had returned late that night with four cans of chicken noodle soup, an avocado, Vitamin C lozenges, orange juice, etc. And so, feeling closer to normal, the original Friday-plan was followed by Collette being dropped off at the house to await Puck’s arrival later in the day after playing with Gloria for awhile.
So…
Joe was deciding which car horn to install in the Fit – locomotive or foghorn.
Mom made some calls about the kittens for Rose.
Carrie trimmed up an ailing Bon.
Linnea was moaning about the butter in the fridge being sweet butter instead of “normal” butter.
Oh, those first world 21st century problems…
Late morning, Mom and Linnea did a little shopping.
Carrie had a business phone meeting at two, followed by a meeting with Jonas Swiss and Joe to look over blueprints.
Linnea was leaving for the church youth lock-in that night, so Collette crown-braided her hair while she played Minecraft, as was traditional.
Carrie hit tick patrol on Snuggles…
“Come here, Fatty!” she demanded, marching through the house with a tweezers…
As Carrie took a breather from work for the week – which definitely did not include the tick removal – Mom and Joe drove off to pick up Joe’s Fit from Kartech, snagging a bag of tacos and burritos – with onions; gag – on the way home.
Francis, meanwhile, returned with a fat bag of Jolly Ranchers and Crunch bars to ease the pain of hunger at work.
Oh, those first world 21st century problems…
Puck was returned to Collette at five o’clock, as the day rumbled in trees, plants, and roses with the rare crack of thunder in gray. His day was concluded after “Andy Griffith” and wrestling with both uncles.
Magnus arrived after a photo shoot with Izzy, where he hitched a ride down to Rose’s with Joe and Collette.
Everyone went to check out the kittens first…
“Guess I should wash my hands first,” Magnus said, hurrying out. “Might have amoebas.”
OLeif had picked up the goods from Trader Joe’s – surprisingly-good-at-room-temperature cinnamon rolls, maple cookies, potato chips, and strawberry-kiwi juice…
“I’ve been reading about the black plague on my lunch breaks,” Rose was saying.
And the most horrible made-for-TV movie – “A Wrinkle in Time”. Two hours of just… boring convolution.
Clearly set in the late 90’s, which was actually the early ’00’s, but what was the difference, really… and the subtle awkwardness of teenage boy-girl offside relationship…
[“Hey, are you married? What are you doing the rest of your life?”]
[“I like your sleeveless hoodie.”]
[“What’s this?”]
[“Space fruit!”]
“What is happening?” Magnus cried.
“Rose, toss me a pillow,” Joe called up from the floor.
“No,” Rose grinned. “Pillows are for floozies.”
“Is that Oprah?” Joe asked.
“Yup,” OLeif replied.
Somewhere in the incredible storyline, OLeif and Joe bebopped an overdub of a run-away-fight scene.
“Scat battle! Go!” OLeif ordered.
“We should do that more often,” Joe suggested.
“What is happening!” Magnus protested again.
“Is that Harrison Ford?”
“Yup. That’s Harrison Ford.”
Magnus was still baffled…
“They just can’t make up their minds if this is Brazil, Star Wars, The Matrix, Lord of the Rings… or Harry Potter.”
“Wrinkle me this…” OLeif added.
“It’s Jim Carrey!”
“Mmm hmmmm… It’s Jim Carrey.”
“You have the uncanny ability to recognize celebrities,” Magnus congratulated Joe. “Has anyone else noticed this?”
Then Magnus got busy having a mew-fest with Madeline on the floor, while Collette and Joe checked in on the kittens again. OLeif and Rose smacked hand-fists at each other across the couch…
“The fist is mightier than the flailing hand!” Rose announced victoriously.
Finally, the nightmare-boring-pegasus-marathon ended at 10:20.
Oh, those first world 21st century problems…