Friday Nights
Friday, July 1, 2011
In which the silence of a summer at the office continues…
OLeif was home for the day.
This meant fun things for the Puckster.
Blue oatmeal.
“With honey and cream and salt,” said OLeif.
“Not the shaving cream, Daddy!”
Puck watched curls of steam float in the air above it. But he was having difficulty getting the concoction into his mouth without it slipping back into the bowl.
“I keep going up to it. It doesn’t let me eat.”
Collette left them that morning intent on Minecraft and mowing the yard.
Summer at the office was practically dead. Deader than it had ever been while Collette had worked there.
The Ryes left for the airport shortly after nine…
Bulletin inserts following the color scheme of corn-on-the-cob…
Customized option of adding Japanese greetings to the Word Toolbar…
A conversation with Sinai and Babe Ruth about the horror of the 1960’s…
A chat with Ivy, who was inspecting coffee supplies in the church, about being rained on from the leaky ceiling during the last church service during the thunderstorm…
O, the vitality of summer office living…
Home before one.
Contacts research.
Toumani Diabate.
The house smelled of bleach and coffee.
OLeif and Puck visited the fuel station. Puck was allowed a small tube of mini M’nMs, which pretty much made his day entirely.
Around housework, Collette came into her room to see Puck bouncing on his dad’s back on the bed.
“I’m helping Daddy’s back make some energy.”
Movie night brought over the three kids, and then Bing, with the usual addition of Cheez-Its, and fudge brownies.
Film Noir, which was always an interesting watch.
Afterwards…
Joe balanced himself precariously on the mini trampoline propped up against the wall. This was not in his best interest.
Collette and Rose researched the values of various books from their mutual collection, with Rose dropping hints to look up ‘toad boats’ on eBay — there were none.
This bled into the discussion of awkward books, including the ridiculous The Seven Ladies Godiva, by Dr. Seuss.
“Oh, well, we do have one awkward book at home,” Bing added.
“What’s that?”
“Mein Kampf.”
Laughs.
“Yeah, you have it displayed on your dresser,” said Magnus.
“That seal [of salvation] is wonderful. Demons tremble at it and angels recognize it.”
– Cyril of Jerusalem