A Rare Party
My boys hit up breakfast in a big way Saturday morning. I heard legends of pancakes, buttered toast, bacon, and eggs. Then they drove to church for choir rehearsal.
While they were out living it up, three hours blinked by in a hurry while I typed and edited. Typing and editing must equal about a combined thirty percent of my life these days. Not complaining.
Lunch was chili with sides at the Silverspoon’s where Theodore and Gloria were chatting with Curly on Skype.
And for my big guy, another Saturday packed with Minecraft, tree swings, and spending the night at Nana’s and Papa’s. Also a little rain off and on since Friday nights. It was one of those weekends. Better than snow at least.
So anyway, I’m not sure we had seen Magnus and Cassidy since the Winter Olympics all of nine months ago. But we were invited – amongst a dozen other attendees – to their relatively new abode in South St. Louis. Joe and Rose were already there, Rose still dressed for her day-hike with Thunderbird and Annamaria. And Jaya was tickling the ivories over at Lindenwood, was the report.
A former brothel and site of a drug bust – if rumors/grapevines prove true – Magnus provided a brief tour for those interested, keeping his guests laughing as usual. Then he paused to investigate the cheese board. Temporary silence invaded the circle as everyone watched Magnus peruse the cheeses.
“Magnus is the entertainment,” El Oso joked with Magnus’ brother-in-law. “Intermission for cheese.”
When everyone split up between two rooms with plates of squash bake casserole, cinnamon-sweet potatoes, artichoke-spinach dip on rye bread, buffalo dip, and pie – Snicketts and Silverspoons sitting on the floor where two of three cats mingled – Magnus began to enlighten us on the details of his third unfortunate cat’s UTI.
Speaking of more cats, about this time Carrie-Bri began texting Rose photos of Snuggles’ ear – fitted with a diamond-esque stud. Those cat fights make convenient automatic piercings.
After two hours of dinner at the Pi’s house, we walked back into the perpetual night-drizzle.