Cool Runnings

Saturday, March 15, 2008

While Denae watched Puck at the Silverspoon’s that somewhat chilly morning, Collette accompanied OLeif to his dental appointment. While she wrote in the waiting room, OLeif’s doctor chatted with him while tweaking wires in his mouth and taping little metal balls on his ears.

“He was telling me about the Polynesians and how their calendar just ends in 2012. But he didn’t know the Mayans’ prediction about the end of the world as we know it.”

Curious things. After a drop by World Market for French incense, it was a swing by the house to pick up the old green couch from the basement. Dad and Frances then followed behind in the slug, where the three men then precariously lifted the couch into the basement after removing the door from its hinges. Dad and Frances returned home after a gourmet Ruby Tuesdays chocolate cookie apiece, to wait for Grandma Combs’ arrival. She would be joining them for a visit to the coffee house that night to hear an Elvis impersonator.

After the couch was settled and the door returned to its hinges, OLeif and Collette returned to the sleeping Puck. Izzy had made brownies.

While OLeif and Curly watched a special on the human body, with Collette watching the clips that were not explicitly disturbing, Denae and Izzy prepared to leave for the dentist. Theodore was on his way back into town.

Later that afternoon, OLeif cut a great square of cardboard to fit into Puck’s window to cut out the less-sleepy inducing Daylight’s Saving Time light.

“Do we have any scissors?” OLeif asked.

“Well, there’s a little one in the drawer there,” Collette nodded to it, as her hands were in soap suds, washing dishes.

“We don’t have a large scissors?”

“Not any more. You broke them, remember?”

Collette laughed. Yet another thing broken by the brute Viking strength of OLeif the Skull-splitter Silverspoon.

Then OLeif slung Puck onto his back in the pouch while he created a pizza.

“Baby pepperonis,” he told Collette, slicing her a piece.

OLeif was truly a jack of all trades.

They ate their pizza and watched world news on how they had dyed a river in Chicago green for St. Patrick’s Day.

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