August 19

Thursday, August 19, 2010

It had been a long week.

Puck breakfasted on banana, watermelon, and peanut butter.

And Collette picked up OLeif at eleven o’clock for attempt number three…

“I’m not sure this it the right language on here…” said the notary/attendant at the desk. “But I’ll send it up anyway.”

“What do you want to bet it doesn’t work?” Collette asked OLeif as they waited.

“I’ll buy you lunch if it does,” said OLeif.

It worked. But Collette declined the lunch.

Back at the house, Carrie-Bri had been written again by the Arabic student from Jordan, writing to her something about angels and moons and some other such nonsense. He also included a poem to be critiqued by her for its English content: something about an old man with white teeth sitting in a chair…

When Collette returned to a napless Puck, he was helping Carrie-Bri water all of the plants on the patio. Then, he slipped in a large puddle of white paint in the garage which spent itself all over his shorts and both legs and feet.

Before leaving, Puck pedaled his plastic tricycle over to the neighbor’s house across the street which had been ‘let at last’, as Mom had quoted earlier that morning, to a couple from the seminary, as the rumor went…

Puck also said hello to the chickens next door, including the black one named ‘Jimmy’, just as Linnea was returning from a walk with Forget-me-Not’s younger daughter. They had spent the afternoon together.

That night, OLeif met up with Tennessee and Joe for drinks.

In other news, it was reported that Charlie seemed to have some allergic reaction to female plasma and root beer…