A Little Find
On the way to church to hear a visiting missionary speak from Japan, Puck clapped dead a blood sucker buzzing around inside the car.
“Boy, I’m getting better at aiming at mosquitoes. I need a tissue.” He paused to take in the moment and then said again, “Boy, I’m getting better at aiming at mosquitoes.”
Carrie had chili dogs waiting for lunch after the service. While I got the game ready in the other room, I heard everyone talking about the steak sweatshirt Rose got for Dad.
“Aren’t you going to be embarrassed wearing that while you run, Dad? People will be honking and waving at you.”
“Not when I wear it at 10 o’clock at night.”
“Dad, you never run at ten o’clock at night; you’ve been asleep for two hours by then.”
He didn’t argue that.
So while Mom and Dad napped, Carrie-Bri and I cranked up the game, which included some prime views of Yadi’s continued resurgence. Applause, standing ovations.
“It’s like people start tearing their hair out whenever he walks out to the field,” I said.
Later Carrie texted me, “And he gets an ovation for repairing his helmet straps.”
He’s basically the Elvis of baseball.
So anyway, while Dad’s huge weekend launch of his most recent project was smoothly progressing in Creve Couer, he drove all of us, sans Carrie, Joe, and Jaya, to Fort Chartres under late August cloud-skies. We got about ten minutes there before work called in requesting help. However, in those ten minutes I saw an old cowrie shell about ten feet down in a pit. Linnea-Irish retrieved it. Sure enough, it was a genuine artifact with two holes bored through the front. Likely once used as currency or even for a necklace maybe even 300 years ago. We brought it home for cleaning.
On the drive back Dad dropped us by Phillips 66 for snacks. Mom also bought Puck a pack of knock-of Legos that apparently hadn’t been boxed as advertised. So while the 56 year-old elite Project Manager settled a multi-million dollar launch in the driver’s seat, the 7 year-old 2nd Grader manged a three-dollar box of plastic bricks in the front bench.