Back on the Ranch

Wednesday, August 10, 2011
In which things are caught up on again and unexpected weather is welcomed…

The day was near cool.
Amazing.

Back on the ranch…
Two books on silk painting on the kitchen counter.
An old acquaintance from the choir days showing up on the social networks. Married a girl from South Korea…
Dad’s diet had shaved off eight pounds. Although he had not had enough energy, as a result, to attack the usual ‘Devil’s Run’, as he called it, he had put in a two-and-a-half miler earlier.
Joe, who had been up after one in the morning with friends, X-Box, and pizza, was still asleep.
Harvard Sailing Team.
Carrie with the bunny…
“I love to kiss his little beard,” she said, snuggling against his face.
Earnest did not seem as equally enthralled, the same blob that had nibbled Hopi or Navajo patterns in Carrie’s red race car t-shirt.
A wasp landing on Carrie during math. Francis quickly took care of it.
Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp.
Fruit/Sesame Gluten-Free Bars.
Summer sausage.
Irish butter fudge.
Curses!
Dad opted for 100 squats in order to consume a solitary nickle-sized piece. It was that good. After he had enjoyed his fish-and-salad lunch.
“Do you have enough strength in your legs to get the mail, Dad?” Carrie asked him.
“I’ll go out on wobbly legs,” Dad replied, faking a stagger.
Foam puzzles and nature walk for Mom and Puck…
Out to pick up Creole: Collette, Francis, Linnea-Irish, and Puck. A sudden shower apprehended them. Rain had not been in the forecast at all. And the downpour continued as they left the driveway.
Baby Bels. Carrie rolled the red wax into a ball for Puck’s amusement.
“Rose and I were playing the iTunes Game yesterday,” said Carrie, “So we did one for how Joe’s brain worked. It was something about ‘dinosaurs at play’. And then we did one for how my brain worked, and it was How Great Thou Art…”
Joe out on his bike to break the 1,000 mile mark.
Mom took Linnea and Eleda to the mall.
And after work, Rose was to examine some leather samples at the dealership.

Contract research.
Even in the later afternoon, the weather was mild enough to be still cool, and only in the 70’s.
Puck was ‘doing headstands’ on the molehills and throwing dirt in the backyard while Carrie read and caught up on some sun. He then requested a few ‘super twists’ from Joe before calling it a day.

At dinner, Puck was curious to know…
“Wanna see if my eyes are still hazel?”
Then he got his foam baseball tossing…
“You have to catch the ball at baseball, don’t you, Mama? That’s the law at baseball. I’m exactly right. Three base!”