An Interlude

After a big series like this, it takes awhile to acclimate myself to the next morning and what needs to get done. But a few articles and video clips later, I was ready to get to Wednesday.

By the time I got over to the Big House, Carrie walked in with Dad’s dry cleaning and an unhappy Snuggles. This cat doesn’t know how to stay out of trouble. So when his eyelids swelled up huge last week, he was taken in for painful examination. Looks like he’ll live to survive another day.

Suda glared at Snuggles from the couch on her soft red blanket. But it was Pumpkin, not Snuggles, who found the need to make her presence known to the newcomer lounging on prime seating.

HISSSSSS!

HISSSSSS!

“Pumpkin, get a life,” Carrie scolded her.

Snakes.

Anyway, Carrie and I had work to do while Mom made Pumpkin cake in the kitchen. She was preparing “picnic” food for her boating excursion with Grandma and Mrs. O at Lake St. Louis that evening.

When I picked up Puck from school – all excited about the book fair – he was eager for Minecraft, playing with friends, and more food. Dinner was on his mind shortly after we got back to the Big House.

“Puck, there’s lentil soup in the fridge for dinner,” Mom had just told him.

“Yes! Lemple stoop! I’ll have some of that!”

Grandma Combs had arrived for the boat, bringing the usual goodies, including an imported pbj-chocolate bar from Poland for Puck. Leave it to Grandma to find something like that.

Even with the balmy days now, with the evenings getting so dark so fast again, and rain about to arrive, it’s feeling more like October.

When El Oso got a midnight call from work, I could already hear the thunder rolling in.