All in a Saturday

On a day that was predicted to hit 100 on the dial, Carrie-Bri texted me that the A/C had gone out again. Fortunately for her, she could escape to the next bunny expo.

We couldn’t make it out there to pick up Puck until eleven o’clock that morning. There’s always one lingering piece of paper to get fixed up for the adoption, including a meet-up with another notary at the bank. The young seminary-ish looking kid shook our hands, and quickly noticed El Oso’s Latin tattoos.

“Faith alone, grace alone, right?”

That was all it took. As a steady line of customers streamed through the teller line next door, they chatted for some time about church, seminary, adoption, youth, etc.

“This is literally the longest notary I’ve ever had,” the kid said who-knows-how-long later when we finally signed the document.

I’m not complaining, of course. You always meet someone you have connections with somehow around here. That’s what makes it St. Louis.

At the Silverspoon’s, the heat index was edging into 106. Theodore and El Oso finished sealing the driveway before it got too crazy out there. Puck retreated to the cold house, glad to have an excuse to spend extra time on Minecraft instead of boiling outside.

Switched on the game as the afternoon grayed over past three o’clock. A few spits of rain in a muggy oven. The boys brought back pizzas, stuffed and unstuffed. A pack of Reeses for me, per Gloria’s on-the-road request; always looking out for me.

During the top of the 7th, Gloria herself walked through the front door with her luggage, just back from a week in Texas with family. There were also gifts: a large jar of special peach preserves, and a bright yellow Lego men t-shirt for Puck, which he immediately pulled on over the praying mantis t-shirt he was already wearing.

We left a little late after the win. There wouldn’t be time to trim up Puck’s bald spots after all, but I figured since they were hardly noticeable – and because he was a boy – I could let it slide till Monday.