Ch. 187; Vol. 10
The idea of a Friday night for four sisters and their cousin: watch the sun set from the bluffs over Creve Coeur Lake, Lucia with her coffee bean brew, four girls with water: the elixir of life. A family of raccoons digging for a late dinner in the garbage bins a few yards down. Black mask watching us – almost amused – nibbling hot dog and half a burger. Then, the cockroaches…
“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!” Lucia ran off, clutching precious Starbuck’s.
The retreat inched her further and further under the space-age saucer pavilion until purple dusk and fireflies had arrived.
“Too much nature!” she declared after another cockroach scare sent her running, and a bat swooped over the non-corn just down the hill.
We left before the park ranger made his rounds to clear the park, debating whether or not to watch Classic Doctor Who at the Omnimax. But Lucia’s mind was still on ground crawlies…
“Stomp the ground to scare them away so they don’t EAT ME! EEW-EEW!!!!”
STOMP, STOMP, STOMP, STOMP, STOMP.
We roared down the highway towards my mother-in-law’s for an episode of “My Fair Wedding: Day of the Dead” – for some easy laughs – and more bottles of cold hard water.
Nights Out On The Town don’t know how to handle us.
Puck – another spend-the-night at the Silverspoon’s – ran right for me when I walked around the house to greet him. [Izzy had been pushing him on the swing.] But instead of a hug, he catapulted right past me, yelling something about The Bear’s laptop to play Minecraft…
“Hey! Don’t I get a hug?”
Guilty grin and big squeeze. But not too guilty. He was back in action at the oversized kitchen counter a few minutes later, lost in sand villages, herds of wild horses, and mumbling creepers. The Bear joined the rest of the family under the deck where Gloria had started the grill for ribs and baked sweet potatoes. And there was cantaloupe, baby tomatoes, and salad. Glasses of cream for Puck.
Two Reeses Big Cups.
Reading about Noah’s Ark – because it sort of intrigues me. A lot, actually.
The Game: bizarre walk off. I love seeing those St. Louis jerseys on weekends.
Maybe I need to spend four months in the slums of Namibia.
The Bear tried to teach Puck how to pump his own legs on the swing – lately he had resorted to stomach-swinging, which also worked pretty well – but Puck wasn’t so sure…
“I want you to have this amazing present!” The Bear lifted him into the air victoriously. “The ability to fly as high as the MOON!”
…until the mosquitoes feasting handsomely on my boys’ limbs.
Then watermelon and pork in tortillas and other grand things. Puck would be back again to spend the night on Friday. I’m not sure if we’re living the life of Ancient Kings or just Modern Kindly Confused Upper Lower Middle Class Citizens.
My big guy was out on the town again. Llywelyn’s. Yes, Magnus was tying the knot in less than a week.
So…
“Mama” found herself a little Pomegranate Izze, typing documents, five Cards – Yadi, Carlos, Adam, Allen, and Matt Carpenter – to the All Star game, and some more Joseph Cotten.
Why not?
I’m spoiled.
