Busy Weeks
Puck studied a hand-drawn map of a fictional Medieval forest during Social Studies that morning. His eye was on a large boar in a clearing of pines:
“They probably de-teeth them now, right?” he wanted to know.
(Naturally ‘de-teeth’ came out closer to ‘de-teef.’) Then:
“Do you like England, Mom?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve never been there.”
“Well … I don’t think I really do like England, you know? I just don’t like the Scottish voice they make, you know?”
This is as informed and diplomatic as it gets.
She probably saw us before we saw her: Suda, the cat Carrie found under the porch, Tuesday. Beautiful gray tabby, black racing stripe down her back, four white paws, shiny silky coat. She munched healthily through an enormous bowl of dry cat food by the bushes, meowing and cuddling, clearly enjoying the wealth of human attention.
Francis drove up a few minutes later, much to Puck’s joy. A day with his uncle, something he doesn’t get much on weekdays anymore. Between helping him clean out Francis’ car and just doing loud things everywhere, Puck asked me if they could play a computer game together:
“It doesn’t have any guts or kidneys! And I promise no blood!”
Meanwhile, Carrie-Bri and I were busy too. We had tickets to the next Cardinals red carpet charity event – probably sounds a lot more fancy than it’s actually going to be – and we needed something to wear. So after Mom returned with a White Castle Crave Case, we took off.
The good thing about Carrie and I shopping together is, it’s always fast and inexpensive. Half of it was done in plenty of time for Snuggles’ and Suda’s late afternoon vet appointments. The conclusion of the vet was that beautiful silky Suda was officially a stray.
We joined Mom, Dad, and Puck for Mediterranean pasta and the first part of an early Deborah Kerr WWII film before we went out again to finish our wardrobes for the 18th.
Solving problems on the way to Chesterfield Mall, a relatively quiet place on a Wednesday night. Mostly black articles of clothing and shoes. And we were done.
Got back late. El Oso had picked up ginger root on the way home, suffering allergies himself. Puck’s left eye was a little pink. The city has basically exploded with pollen the last few weeks. And while Puck settled into slumbers, El Oso made himself a pan of sweet potato fries. Watched a little “3rd Rock from the Sun” to wind down.