Back from the Dentist
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
In which it is Ash Wednesday…
The dentist.
Good enough report.
And gray skies continued; cold.
Upon return to the house…
Dad was working from home again, then out for another 6-mile run.
Mom was reading Hawai’ian folk tales to Puck.
Carrie was busy with pirate costumes and in the kitchen preparing homemade tomato sauce for dinner.
“Pumpkin ate an entire chicken bone last night,” she said.
Joe was at class.
Rose was planning to clean the rain mold out of Dad’s office and was continuing to paint Linnea’s room with a butternut color.
(Linnea was assisting.)
And Francis was watching To Kill a Mockingbird for class before taking Dad’s car to the dealership to see about a leaking tire.
The lunch hour…
More pistachios for Dad and Puck.
“I really like nuts like that, Grandpa,” said Puck, vying for more handouts.
Carrie was still in piles of gold trim and hot glue.
And Puck had been given two giant rolls of yarn, which he began to weave around the house in mammoth webs.
“These are to trap the bad guys,” he said importantly.
Then Linnea gave him tan-tan rides and horseback rides…
Followed by a trip to Target where Puck was given a hot pretzel, which he almost promptly dropped on the floor. Francis and Linnea decided to eat it for him anyway.
For the evening…
There was a possibility of snow.
A dazed toad had been found frozen on the sidewalk. Rose rescued him; he was deposited in an empty kiwi box and set under a desk lamp to regain awareness.
“Oh, you’re purple,” Carrie said to him. “I wish I was purple.”
OLeif was with his buddies for, what they jokingly called, “Man Summit”.
Rose was headed down to Memorial’s Ash Wednesday service.
Linnea had been overheard to advise one of her sisters to give up ‘being embarrassed’ about things for Lent.
Into the night…
Collette did her best not to engorge herself in an all-out peanut butter fest while watching/listening to John Piper’s and John MacArthur’s latest sermons and finishing the lengthy edition of Jane Eyre.