Five

Monday, October 24, 2011
In which the day is concluded with another irritating game of baseball…

Puck was feeling chilly that morning.
“The omelet will warm you up,” Collette told him.
When Collette turned around, the omelet was gone from the table…
“Why is your plate on your lap, Puck?”
“You said the omelet would warm me up.”
After Spanish and the alphabet, Puck got busy delegating all the non-sports pages of the Post Dispatch, picked up at QT on the way to church Sunday morning. Each ad was placed into various piles, one for every member of the family according to their preference. Bose system for Joe. Chocolate milk for Linnea…

October was briefly warming for two days, only to chill by thirty degrees or so into cold rains just as the Cardinals returned to town.
Following lunch, Puck mentioned wanting to check out the basement, something about ‘making sure there were no caterpillars on [his] baby brudder’s things’…
A lecture by Dr. Peter Williams from England: New Evidences the Gospels were Based on Eyewitness Accounts.

As the evening rolled in, Puck had a bath to scrub the last of the Kool-Aid out of his hair. And OLeif returned in time to join Collette for Game 5 with a bag of York Peppermint Patties and another grand pile of library books for Puck.
Tense three-quarters. Waffling Taoist pitcher on the Texan side. Learned stupid facts like Texas having more airports than any other state; as if Alaska would even need more than two. By the bottom of the 7th, Collette was predictably livid. Let Texas celebrate with the tumbleweeds; the Cards were coming home to play in the best city on Earth.