Art for Getting out of St. Charles' Sake
Saturday, July 9, 2011
In which art is observed and the best chicken consumed in the same evening…
Keys seemed to be falling out of Puck’s ears those days.
“The keys to Redwall!” he would proclaim.
Old Honda, old Ford, old house, old church, old who-knew-what…
After a six-ish early wake-up call, the first drop-in of the day was at the library for the audio version of Ben-Hur, as requested. Squeaky-new.
Drop-off of camera lens with Ruby and Ethiopia.
Silverspoon’s. Puck grabbed a banana and sat on the bar stool on the deck, contemplating the soaring oak rising beside him.
A lime fizz (sparkling water), sun on the deck, and OLeif and Puck shooting wads of newspaper out of a long PVC pipe with the leaf blower… in the sizable heat.
Shortly before three, OLeif and Theodore dropped Collette off with Dad following two hour-long softball games at one of the First Baptists, while they hit Friar Tuck’s. (Dad’s last game had been a tie.)
Back to the house to join the rest of the crew…
Dad had opted not to attend services and the exhibit that evening.
Carrie was killing off the last of the killer beetles, just as Lucia arrived.
Joe was off on the Ruckus to catch up with buddies.
Still no word from Francis hiking 68 miles or so in New Mexico. No news was good news.
Linnea was recuperating from having eaten only a granola bar, peanut butter sandwich, strawberries, and a chocolate muffin all day. In volleyball season.
And Mom and Collette prepared their 4:10 departure.
They met Rose at church.
As duly expected, Rose always had some inappropriate comment to make as they waited their turn in the communion line. This time it had something to do with sweating half her body weight while helping friends move for eight hours that day. She had the red marks of heavy bookshelves on her arms to prove it.
Following the service, the work of Mrs. Adams was premiered in The Chapel, to be displayed for three weeks. Several sculptures, and about twelve large oil prints, five of which were her grandsons, and several of the cowboy west.
Hors d’œuvres were laid out in the actual mini chapel, including cucumber sandwiches, sushi, peanuts, brownie bites, cookies, bowls of peanut M’nMs, crackers, some kind of healthy rice cake version rip-off of Sun Chips… And an open bar. Everything seemed to be success.
After about an hour, Rose drove off with a friend to the Harry Potter marathon at the house of another friend, that had been in progress since ten o’clock that morning.
Back to the house after the swing-by Chick-fil-A for a more proper supper.
And home to pack up the little black bag for Sunday’s road trip.