Ch. 208; Vol. 10

5:00AM

Rose floated down to home runway on a 747 – or something like that.

6:30AM

Puck crept into our room, flying leap onto the bed…

“Gero-m-ino!”

He was quietly escorted into the other room for a little while longer…

7:00AM

“Gero-m-ino!”

7:30AM

Francis had left me a message…

“…I’m getting promoted to head guard…”

Already.

8:00AM

The boys left to purchase a gallon of milk. I could hear Puck’s voice from the driveway…

“How about we get normal milk and chocolate milk?!”

10:00AM

“So… you want the hole to be eighteen by eighteen by two feet?”

“Yup…”

Puck and I were hitting the archaeological site hard on Monday. Weather cooperating…

Hopefully…

I’m not really sure what I thought he was doing – this happens a lot – but when Puck walked in with a grocery sack of dirt for the kitchen sink, I didn’t stop him…

“Let the clean water drain down. And let the dirt not come up. I declare this sink – off limits!”

“What were you… thinking, bud?”

“It’s for my archa-archa-ogical dig!”

12:45PM

Fish Tacos: Cilantro-and-Lime Breaded Tilapia and White Flour Tortillas. [Burgers and Avocado for Theodore.]

Cantaloupe, Watermelon, Strawberries, Blackberries off the Fence.

Spiced Artisan Tortillas Chips w/ Black Bean Cilantro Mango Salsa.

“Let’s do something in this Beautiful Weather!” Gloria urged the countertop of stuffed boys.

Secret Reeses stash in the buffet… yes.

2:00PM-ish

In the “deep afternoon” as Puck likes to call it, we visited the beach at Creve Coeur Lake for the first time.

Hunting rocks, and sand castles, Grand Canyon cloudscapes.

6:00PM

We were invited – Rose accompanying our vehicle – to Magnus’ and Cassidy’s. The newlyweds. Upstairs apartment in a 1927 house.

“So how’s married life treating you two weeks in?” The Bear asked them.

Part of our answer was the tour, including the enviable creepy stuffy old attic up top.

“Want to join us for the pizza walk?” Magnus asked us.

A few blocks down: pineapple, sausage, pepperoni…

“Yes!” Magnus hurrahed when he opened the box. “They put on the good kind of sausage. There’s one guy there that… every time, he puts on something bad… So I give him the stink eye.”

“Maybe that’s why he puts the bad kind on there,” Cassidy teased.

“Two weeks!” The Bear cheered them on.

Nestle’s chocolate chip cookies. Vanilla Joe-Joes. Iced coffee…

Four hours learning a little bit more about everything, sort of sprawled around beige/tan carpet on a cool starry night.