Christmas XI
Monday, December 27, 2010
A year of… interesting, and difficult times, though not without its joys and provisions, was coming to a quick end.
OLeif had one more day off in that everlasting Christmas weekend. And so Christmas XI, technically, was conducted as ‘Aftermath Monday’ at the Silverspoon household where Puck was very busy watching viral videos with his Nana, aunt, and uncles.
But first, a stop by the St. Louis Bread Company for a quick breakfast for OLeif and Collette: asiago bagel, like the old U. City orchestra days…
Upon arrival, Puck was keen on building his own terrarium, or a ‘dome’, where he could grow lettuce and little green plants.
And Gloria had plans to purchase a blue Beta fish.
Theodore was at work.
Bluebell’s warm sweet rolls with butter were out for an early lunch.
And a fire was snapping in the hearth while Collette read Christmas stories to Puck.
“The fire is trimming its toes,” Puck explained.
The others played ‘Cow’, or at least, that is what Collette thought she heard it called…
OLeif read up on ‘getting things done’.
Curly went out to purchase supplies for his kahuna drum. And Joe dropped by to observe. Collette still found it rather amazing that even after three and a half years of college, those boys from the old days still kept up like it was high school.
It was one of those days to, in not so many words, recuperate, from the festivities.
Come afternoon…
Kitts made pie crust cookies with cinnamon and sugar, with Puck. He was very happy, of course.
OLeif completed the Silverspoon family photo.
Theodore took some of the kids out to shoot, but it was too crowded and they came back. Relevance subsequently decided that the Silverspoon’s ought to build their own shooting range in the basement.
Relevance and Kitts chased Puck around in a quick game of tag.
“You’re a good catcher,” Puck said, giggling.
Joe and Curly to Wally’s for more video games.
Relevance and Kitts to the South’s for dinner.
Izzy to work.
And the temperatures were at a chill 24.8 degrees Fahrenheit, with suggestions of the highs shooting to 60 by the weekend, following a possible wintry mix.
In other news of the week, after what Francis had labeled as ‘about five years’, he was finally having his braces removed on Thursday. He hoped…
“Unless that orthodontist tries to pull something funny again,” he said.
And Rose was at Ivy Salthouse’s for the next four days to take care of their cats. She was living the good life: quiet, cats, Cable, enough food to sink a small ship…
And Collette put up seven of the eleven Sing Out discs for Mom and Dad.
Sing Out Florissant. The group part of a national organization that put on musical productions, dancing, singing, musical instruments… Dad and Uncle Mo on trumpet. Mom on flute. Aunt Tuuli dancing. Uncle Balthasar singing and on guitar. Uncle Clarence singing. Funny how so many of the aunts and uncles had gone to the same high school and had grown up together in the 70’s…
Aunt Corliss
Uncle Clarence
Uncle Balthasar & Aunt Tuuli
Uncle Mo & Aunt Petunia
Dad & Mom
And then to hear them singing and playing music from forty years ago was great. Good thing Dad had the sense at the time to put together the recording equipment.
In the evening…
Back home in the night.
Roku box. Grocery pick-up.
Ready for OLeif’s two-day work week, and the coming New Year’s weekend.
It was good to have family and friends and celebrations. And to see everyone together again.
But it was also high time for some quiet at home again.
High time.