Easter Part I & II
Saturday, April 23, 2011
In which Puck hunts up the first round of Easter eggs and there is another evening down at Memorial…
After dark dreams and visions of a gloomy Greek grocery store/restaurant…
A 6:14 wake-up call showed violet-blue in the west, and the rain was not long in following.
OLeif was dropped off at the coffee house at his usual hour with his buddies while Collette and Puck sat in the Kohl’s parking lot and listened to the informational CD with clearly a Canadian narrator which had accompanied Puck’s moon light…
“You didn’t know there were screws in this moon I pulled down from the sky!” Puck declared, holding the moon in his lap.
Endless imaginations…
And the rain continued to fall.
Over at the Silverspoon’s, there was an Easter egg hunt indoors for Puck, a large pile of eggs filled with cashews and little colored powder-pressed chocolate eggs.
“Dr. Praetorius filled the house with eggs for you,” Gloria teased him.
Puck was delighted.
Not long later…
Izzy departed for work.
Theodore and OLeif to the Mac store to see into purchasing an iPad 2 for Theodore.
And Gloria and Puck watched Wallace and Grommit: A Matter of Loaf and Death while bundled up under comforters on the living room floor.
Izzy returned shortly later. He had arrived at work… twelve hours early…
By three o’clock, it was out the door for OLeif to get the oil and transmission fluid changed in the car while Collette joined Carrie-Bri and Rose at evening services.
Meanwhile…
Francis and Linnea had been at an earthquake preparedness seminar, having been registered by Carrie-Bri.
And St. Louis had even made the BBC news. Lambert International Airport had been hit by the tornado.
The Shanghai Restoration Project.
Joe and Francis were making plans to purchase/rent the Ruckus and checking out forecasts for the evening…
And Rose was in a spring green skirt, gray top, tan leather belt and flats, looking very St. Louis-spring-ish.
Memorial in the spring…
It was always beautiful. And with the storm just near it in the arriving evening, there was nothing more pleasing.
Incense.
Catholic-esque cantors.
Hamlet, who was the youth pastor there now, gave his testimony, sans the Shakespearean accent.
And afterwards they caught up with Fred Rogers and his wife while the kids ran around hunting Easter eggs, the bonfire roared for s’mores, and there were Italian ices, including mango.
On the way home, lightening cracked across The Valley.