And Continued Recuperation
“You’re a restless sleeper,” Carrie-Bri told me early this morning. “I woke up at one point, and you were just rubbing your blanket up and down over your face. What did you dream about?”
All I could remember was Adam Wainwright sitting on the loveseat pumped up watching a soccer match on the television. Why that warranted scrubbing my face with a blanket… At least I didn’t suffocate myself.
But I wasn’t the only one dreaming. When Carrie went downstairs to let the cat into Francis’ room, he had a few things to mumble.
“Here, kitty. Here, kitty. This is the exit right here.”
Anyway, still getting over Thursday night’s defeat: therapy.
“Let’s go sample perfumes.”
“I need chocolate.”
I’ll let you guess which one of us said what.
Linnea-Irish joined us, checking eye shadows in bright colors: red, yellow, blue, green, for her senior photo shoot. Mom will love it.
Dad had also put in a purchase order before we left: USB mouse.
“Let’s get him the pink one.”
Oddly, there was more than one option. We chose the most obnoxious shade of pink available.
When we got back, Linnea-Irish munched bagged squid (until Snuggles tried to partake; sweet fishy-ness), while Dad examined his new computer mouse. Carrie prepared soup and salad for lunch. Maybe it was partially the pinkness of the mouse that made Dad a little more irritable than usual about the menu selection.
“Silly soup, silly salad,” Dad grumbled.
“Dad!”
“Yeah. I said silly soup and silly salad. I don’t like silly soup and silly salad.”
The battle continues.
After five of us lunched around the table and gave each other a hard time about lettuce greens, ethnic groups, and other things, Rose showed up for a new podcast recording.
The afternoon concluded with Carrie and Linnea digging up some good finds at one of Gloria’s shops, including Minnetonka moccasins and a huge antique brass lamp embellished with a small sea dragon.
My boys rolled home at about four-thirty from a short weekend of music, burgers, and antiques. We celebrated the reunion with more burgers and a viewing of an old Snicketts classic: “My Side of the Mountain.”