Freak Show

Thursday, July 7, 2011
In which adventures with the chiropractor are undertaken by Carrie-Bri…

Back to the office…
If things had been quiet the first four weeks, it was hopping that gray Thursday morning. Endless phone calls for Babe Ruth.

Back to the house for a few hours.
Puck-tellings of the day…
“When I told Linnea she had to get her beauty sleep,” said Carrie, “Puck said, ‘Linnea is a beauty.’ And then when I told Linnea she needed some protein with her breakfast, Puck told her, ‘Yes, you need protein. Eggs and fish.’”
Mom and Carrie had also just returned from Carrie’s second visit to the chiropractor, following x-rays.
Discussion on diet according to blood types…
Calling up St. John’s for Puck’s blood type form…
Then Carrie began to demonstrate the odd results of her chiropractor session.
“See?” she said. “I can bend my head back so far that it touches my back.”
It was rather unusual…
“I’m going to go show Dad.”
When Dad saw this new feat…
“What? Is this the freak show?” he asked.
“Well, if you don’t get a contract, Dad, you can always hire me out to the circus.”
Spry mints.

And a last four o’clock visit with Fred Rogers and his wife before they closed the practice.
On the return, the heavens opened once again. Noah rain. Crack of thunder and lightening. It was relaxing, really, despite the hour and fifteen minutes of traffic.

Back for fish with Carrie’s special glazed crust, Greek yogurt-style.
Linnea joined the table late, sore from swimmer’s ear. She was to also be at home over the latter part of the weekend with Carrie…
Carrie rested her head on Linnea’s shoulder and began to sing…
“We can wile away the hours, conferring with the flowers…”
Linnea then carefully blew back in her face.
“Ogh!” Carrie gagged. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”
Linnea laughed.
And when Joe mentioned something to the effect of ‘dying’, Puck said his piece…
“God would prefer not to have killing in His perfect world.”
Explanation.
And further discussion of Carrie’s experience at the chiropractor…
“Does he ever break any bones?” Dad asked.
“I’ve never heard of a chiropractor breaking bones,” Collette said.
“He broke my heart,” was Joe’s Joe-response.

OLeif did a pick-up for them to head home for his pork chops and eggs.
“When we get home,” Collette instructed Puck, “jams, brush your teeth, and to bed.”
“And Bible,” Puck added definitely. “Always glory to God. You must read the Bible to glory to God night and day, right? Night and day, night and day.”

Library pick-up.
Crunchy cheese crunchies.
And some good old BallyK to end the evening.