Another Find
Friday, March 4, 2011
In which another, albeit distant, fantastic relation is discovered…
Dad had taken the boys to an all-day introductory visit to the University of Central Missouri in Warrensburg, the same university that Grandpa and Grandma Snicketts had attended in the 1940’s, to get more information on their Aviation program.
Meanwhile…
At breakfast, Puck was busy with an old computer cable, cracking it like a cowboy whip.
“Wi-ka-paw! Wi-ka-paw! Wi-ka-paw!”
After the meal had been concluded…
“I want to cuddle with you, Mama,” he said, plopping himself on her lap. “See? I told you I’d still cuddle with you when I was a big boy.”
The morning continued, Collette still feeling rather weak, perhaps more due to the loss of weight due to not having eaten any bread, but a single sandwich bun, in the past four days.
Puck was busy looking out the window, keeping watch like a cat, listening to Adventures in Odyssey.
“Mama, I was not from St. Louis. I was made from Heaven.”
“Who told you that?”
“God.”
“When?”
“When I was in your tummy.”
During Quiet Hour, Puck bundled up in his little bed with his favorite purple blanket and a Top Gear book while listening to his children’s Bible.
The afternoon…
…was open windows. Temperatures predicted to 70, although the promised rain had not yet arrived. And a snowstorm had even been predicted by the Farmer’s Almanac for the last week in March, according to Luke’s and Leia’s mom, who also suggested that the cold winter had been due to the volcanic activity of the previous year.
And in far more interesting news…
When, at half-past one, Collette discovered that she and Jules Verne shared one of the same great-great-etc grandparents… she just about passed out. Even if they were 34th cousins nineteen times removed — she had not yet done the math — and everyone was related in the end anyway, it was wonderful news.
Comedy night.
Collette was practically prohibited any of the Lays Stacks, Cheez-Its, ginger ale, or crème pops.
But first…
Rose arrived early to bring, and join in, a dinner of rotisserie chicken and good cheddar cheese, not long after the heavens split, just perfectly. Thunder. Lightening. Low on the rain. Dark streaked gray skies. Beautiful.
Then came the hail.
Cascades of it.
“Look at all the ice balls!” Puck exclaimed, pressing his nose up against the screen of the open window.
Not a full two minutes later, and the hail had stopped, but the lightening still cracked abundantly.
“I hope Daddy makes it home OK in the storm…” Puck said.
Rose arrived not long later under green skies, zooming right up the driveway into the garage.
Over dinner, Rose explained the pieces that she and Carrie had collected to finish Francis’ pirate costume for the madrigal dinner.
“He’s going to be Sinbad,” she said. “We got him the ugliest sweater vest I’ve ever seen.”
So it was a garishly embroidered vest and sheer mustard fabric for the sleeves…
There was also news of Rose repainting her room to be Linnea’s colors. Collette would miss the emerald green that she and Carrie had put on the walls for Rose those several summers ago.
Later…
Joe came over, tired from the drive.
OLeif, to read from Little House to Puck.
And Magnus in his traditional plaid, though this time without his stack of drawings, some of which he mentioned had something to do with inspiration by William Blake.
“I could really use some Captain Crunch right now…” he said.
And then Rose joked about plaid and hipsters.
They continued into the night with a tornado watch until ten o’clock as the couch of kids laughed their eyes out over a ridiculous Japanese-American cartoon from the ’80’s — The Adventures of the Galaxy Rangers.