Cereal Days
Friday, July 22, 2011
In which the carousel of everything goes on and melting heats continue…
The heat was absurd.
Early drop-off.
7:15, and Puck got busy munching through a cup of Honey Bunches of Oats. No milk. As preferred.
Carrie brought in the fat Earnest.
“He thinks I’m his bunny,” she laughed. “He likes to groom me and head-butts Snuggles out of my room.”
A man from the bank was coming to have Mom and Dad sign the refinance papers at 10:00.
A pan of failed gluten-free sugar-free fat-free brownies was dumped in the sink.
“Horrible recipe,” said Carrie.
Then Carrie rescued a baby bunny from the jaws of the whining yellow feline at the front door.
Over to the office.
Copier chirping like a wounded canary.
News of the bombing in Oslo… Norway? Really?
The broken-less excessive heat warning continued.
Predicted high of 102.
Back at the house…
Looked over curriculum with Mom for Francis’ junior year and Linnea’s freshman.
Linnea was leaving to swim with Gretyl before attending the next murder mystery dinner at the library.
Francis and Puck were watching some Tom & Jerry over a giant bag of potato chips: potatoes, salt, sunflower oil.
Mom left for the weekend with Grandma Combs.
Then Rose walked in the door from work, looking very femininely-IT-ish.
“Welcome home, Sweetie!” Carrie immediately embarrassed her.
Rose cringed. She poured herself a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, which would always remind Collette and Carrie of the Negev, and joined in the Meyers-Briggs profile analysis, while Joe and Carrie took opportunity to experiment with the Gluten-free Honey Nut Chex. And Collette began to eat half her arm-weight in potato chips with Sargento mozzarella, which was a surprisingly good combination.
Followed by Rose being caught by Carrie-Bri singing Oh Come to the Church in the Wildwood in a ridiculous manner… she then wrinkled her nose and said…
“I’m never talking to you again.”
Shortly later she emerged from the bathroom to ask…
“Why are there spider legs all over the sink?”
Meanwhile, Puck was being tossed around back and forth between proffered tortures dictated by aunts and uncles.
“Come here, Puck. I’m gonna eat your shoulder.”
“Here, Puck. I want to squish your belly.”
Screams.
OLeif returned later with a small glass apple juice jar for Puck to build a terrarium.
Puck, having finished his pizza, was ‘hiding’ under a blanket on the kitchen floor, waiting for Dad to find him. [He had done so for a solid fifteen minutes the previous evening, as quiet as a mouse, until Collette realized that he had not, in fact, been hanging out with OLeif in the library…]
Movie night was Carrie’s choice… select episodes of Doc Martin. BBC.
Four Snicketts kids and OLeif.
Cornish England.