Comedy Night
Monday, November 8, 2010
Indian summer… still…
Puck’s sort of purplish bump on his head from Saturday night had lessened in color. And aside from the small rug burn on his nose, he seemed to be fine.
As for Collette’s injuries, the surprising medication of white Trident gum, at Carrie’s suggestion, seemed to have amazingly reduced the pain when being so chewed.
In another long walk of the morning, Collette was still happy that rain was due on Thursday.
And Puck played ‘Big Bad Wolf’ and ‘tag’ with his rather large brightly colored play cube in the backyard, with his mama.
He also requested that they make a blue clay boat with doors and a captain at the window, and bake it in the oven, while listening to the monstrosical amount of Veggie Tales tunes available on Grooveshark.
In the morning, Collette had put some questions to Puck regarding his ‘baby brother from Colombia’…
“What color hair do you think he will he have?” she asked.
“Red!”
“What color eyes will he have?”
“Red.”
“How old do you think he will he be?”
“Red!”
Clearly something had been lost in translation.
In the afternoon…
Another walk. This time around OLeif’s old place of employment. From the many hundreds… to only twenty-two cars. How times changed…
Later, Puck was talking…
“You know, God is always, always, always with me!”
It was time for the first comedy night of the week. Joe and Rose arrived at seven, followed by OLeif sometime later, before which they occupied themselves by watching the first part of another Jules Verne masterpiece converted to film…
“Want to hear my ringtone for when Dad calls me?” Rose asked with a grin.
… O Mio Babbino Caro from that famous Italian opera by Puccini.
She giggled.
“Appropriate…” Collette replied.
“Except that means that, in the end, I throw myself off a cliff,” said Rose.
And then Rose talked about looking forward to going to the Symphony to hear Scheherazade that weekend with her symphony buddy, as she would be staying home from the wedding to continue on as Carrie’s paid companion.
Meanwhile, Collette’s canker-sore was acting up again.
“I’m telling you,” said Rose, “it works every time. Dry it out and then put rubbing alcohol on it.”
There were universal groans.
And things continued with chocolate creme-filled cookies and banana chip-chocolate covered peanut trail mix, with the second comedy show featuring mystical trampoline gardens.
“You should have seen Rose last night,” said Joe later. “When Magnus was over and we were watching this depressing Charlie Chaplin film about a ballerina. And Rose kept complaining about all the fruit flies flying around…”
“Yeah,” said Roe. “One flew into my ear. I was afraid it was going to lay eggs in there.”
And as they were departing, four comedies later, around ten o’clock, Rose muttered something about not sleeping in her room because of ‘all the flies’…
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