You Know How it Goes
Church came coupled with fried chicken, pasta salads, baked beans, an abnormal variety of fruits, and moderate to healthy sunburns. Plus that bluegrass music they keep trying to sell us on. Maybe I’m just that one hard sell. I’m all for people enjoying their own types of music. Sometimes I just wonder if they push it so much because we happened to land somewhere between a barn, two silos, and a flood plain. Well… even an angry creek can only do so much damage. Even so, I get the idea our “campus” as they like to call it, often gives off this impression – particularly if the weather is cooperating – this… “vibe” of potential disaster zone.
However, ice cream on sticks and war-ball still come mixed with unfortunate news as well… Ivy’s cat, twelve year-old Joy – was a very sick creature, indeed. More families had moved on and out, “dropping like flies”, as one of the moms put it. Despite this unsightly news and/or rumors, Puck enjoyed [in fact, was enthusiastic about] the two-mile-an-hour horse ride, cake walk, and carnival games, but not so much the face painting.
Never a Sunday without some kind of minor disaster.
Well.
“Disaster”.
Rose and Carrie lounged on the patio. Carrie trimmed half-dead grub-eaten mint while we caught up on everything that always happens everywhere in the family since our last “embroidery hour”.
Well.
It’s been known to entertain that label.
Meanwhile Joe was partying it up down at the zoo, Francis was doing the same, picking apples someplace out in the country. Rose was catching up on the latest DNA discoveries in “Monster Quest”. Another round of measurements ensued in the living room for business purposes. Rose gets a little squeamish with the measuring tape, which makes me laugh. It was pretty quiet, really. When Mom, Dad, and Linnea returned from a few rounds of war-ball at the picnic, Dad went out for pizzas. And the Bear hunkered down with the Greek workbook.
“Well,” Rose announced, plopping herself down on the couch. “I still don’t believe in Sasquatches.”
More church things, Rose getting her own office, bunnies, laptops, sweatshirts,our various future funeral plans, stuff…
“I’ll have a full-out choir singing ‘Requiem’ in New Orleans.”
“I think I’ll have White Castles and KFC served.”
“We should turn her ashes into a reef ball so plants can grow on it.”
“I’m going to be turned into a diamond and have everyone take turns wearing me… And it will be yellow… On a necklace.”
Oh, my family…