And the Rains Came Down

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Saturday was one of those subtly “rotten days”. Accidentally deleted her writings from Friday, hadn’t bought jeans in several years and found nothing but boot-cut at the mall, no pomegranates at the grocery store (not till fall), forgot to go to the post office four times over, OLeif spilled sticky raspberry juice on the table and left before cleaning it up…

And, word from Carrie poured in after the return from Chicago and the MUSE concert and the violence. She would spill all on Monday. Meanwhile, she was happy to literally escape with her life. And the blood did flow. But not from Carrie; she managed to be a little too resourceful to end up being the one beaten in the end. Apparently the Chicago concert scene was an ugly thing to witness, as opposed to the generally mellow St. Louis atmosphere.

Meanwhile, Saturday evening was to another coffee shop. The breeze was so warm, one would scarcely be able to tell that over the course of the afternoon, the sky had flooded with storm-boiling clouds. And sausages fried in the skillet for dinner.

“Oh, quit whining,” Collette told them, as they sizzled and squeaked.

Because of Collette’s general caution/fear of ovens and skillets (that were frying sausage and/or bacon), she called on OLeif to finish preparing his meal, in lieu of finding it necessary to don a full-body suit to avoid the deadly sizzle.

Meanwhile, the winds began to whip through (what Linnea called) the cherry tree and the lightening and the terrific crashes. Gloomy. Chilling. Fantastic.