Eleven Links
Another soft feathering of snow on an early Sunday morning stop at the fuel station. Fuel for the car, fuel for the body: tea and/or fruit juice.
Church was draped in swags of evergreen, white lights, and candles that probably couldn’t be lit due to fire codes. But the effect was similar.
Puck walked past me with an orange dum-dum in his mouth, probably from Sunday School. Sugared-up first graders and 90 minute worship services don’t like each other so much, but he did ok. I guess that self-made Lego “Tardis” kept his hands pretty busy while he listened to the sermon. I’m pretty sure he listens decently well to them because he still answers rhetorical questions out loud – whisper-version, fortunately – when the occasion arises.
“Eat at your own risk,” Carrie advised at lunch. “It’s just fridge leftovers.”
Of course, ‘leftovers’ in Carrie’s kitchen equals a freshly made pastry-topped green bean casserole and three pans of enchilada roll-ups with jalapeno cheese sauce. While we enjoyed plates of these good things across three rooms, everyone had something to do …
Dad asked Mom aggravating questions just to get a rise out of her – this is the young Snicketts boy blood that surfaces from time to time (or every day, if you ask Mom) – who was discussing January cruise options with Linnea (while waiting on a phone call from Cherry), who wasn’t exactly getting the green light from Dad, who was also teasing Francis (well, let’s be fair; so was I) about girls, and the fact that he has been very interested in the shaving of chest hair lately (let’s also be fair; he brought this upon himself), and punching holes through Lego boards with Dad’s battery-powered drill with Puck, who had been in the basement snuggling between Joe (who wasn’t feeling so well) and Jaya on the couch with blankets and Minecraft, where I was also advising on Caribbean cruises between manipulating timelines with Carrie in the living room, while Bær and Rose were out Xbox shopping with a friend from church for Rose (she came back with a huge bag of products) before joining Joe (who had decided to skip Journey to Bethlehem due to the freezing rain) at Magnus’ and Cassidy’s for the Christmas-dinner-welcome-two-new-cats-into-the-family party, and … Mom and Dad napped half the afternoon.
All in all, a successful – and apparently productive – afternoon.
Puck’s Blog: Day #13
(Tell me more about your inventions.) I invented the fridge-inator. If you pressed one button on the fridge, it sends food flying everywhere. It is a good invention because when you’re super super hungry, it sends out food. Even cat food. They come out in all different sizes. Sometimes. Like that small. See? See?