As Rose Would Say: Blug

“Mom, I’m trying to be a vegetarian… With fish.”

Linnea was talking in the kitchen, probably about how the house was low in groceries. Puck was listening.

“I’m a VEGETARIAN!”

“Bud, what do you think a vegetarian means?” I asked him.

“It means you eat fruit and vegetables.”

Reasonable.

Anyway, Mom and Dad were back from L.A. on that cold gray day. So was Carrie, in the afternoon, talking baseball with the rest of us. It’s the St. Louis blood; can’t be helped.

Puck was having difficulty with lunch, removing chunks of white cheddar macaroni from the pot. I saw him slip through the kitchen with a large spoonful towards his bowl in the living room.

“Bring the bowl to the pot, Puck.”

“That won’t unstick the macaroni!”

Snuggles was hungry, too…

“SNUGGLES! Get out of the fish food!” Carrie roundly scolded him. “You haven’t even eaten your potato chip yet!”

It was a worrisome drive home, considering the crackly radio station I had to keep switching off to avoid the pandemonious cheers of Boston fans…

“I need to replace the windshield wipers,” I noted distractedly.

“Can I keep the old ones, Mom?”

I was completely distracted…

“Sure…”

“Why do you need to replace them?”

“I can’t see when I use them. They smear the windshield.”

“Well, make your eyes cursive, Mom. But don’t do it too long, because you know what they say, if you keep it like that too long, your eyes will stay that way. Besides, it prob’ly isn’t too good for you to do that while you’re driving.”

Cross-eyed. Cursive. Close enough.

Puck got ready for bed, hoping Crackers would also snuggle down under the warm Angry Birds comforter.

“She just meowed a lot of meow at me,” he laughed.

So…

Game time on a cold, gray drizzly evening. There are some episodes of baseball that are just too painful to watch.