Goal Completed
Saturday, March 19, 2011
In which storms return…
OLeif at 8:00 breakfast at the coffee house with his pals.
At the house, Theodore was out for another breakfast.
Gloria with bacon, laundry, and book-on-tape.
Izzy sleeping in during the aftermath of the first madrigal performance.
And a new Beta fish was sitting on the kitchen counter.
Late morning…
Gloria got the grill going: pork steaks, chicken, potatoes, and sweet potatoes. With butter.
Beautiful cool weather.
Puck had bundled himself up in two plaid comforters on the deck in his cargoes and Krispy Kreme sweatshirt, already having discarded his yellow wellies, Ireland jacket, and Iceland skull cap.
At precisely 1:22pm, Collette finished the genealogy. Twelve months in the transcribing process. At 522 pages. Now to type up the entire glossary, location of nationalities and ethnic groups, and percentages of those groups in the bloodline. Another month, and that could be done as well.
Into the afternoon…
“Your dad’s finger got black!” Puck said, talking to OLeif.
Theodore laughed. “They burned it to make it feel better.”
Then Puck hurried off to catch Snickers inside the trashcan lid.
“I want to catch her in the cage!” he whispered excitedly.
Gloria and Puck left to wash Sebastian at the dog wash.
Izzy prepared to leave for the second night of the madrigal.
Plane tickets to New York arrived in the mail for Theodore for another business trip.
And Collette left to join Carrie for the evening, over at the house, where activity was going on as usual…
Everyone split:
Dad to pick up Chick-fil-A.
Mom, soon, to attend her Jane Austen book club: Northanger Abbey.
Collette and Carrie-Bri to church.
Joe to church with a friend.
Rose to help a friend from church move to another apartment, then to services.
Francis to the madrigal dinner, followed by cleaning up and a dance party, apparently.
And Linnea to babysit Baby Hesed at the farm house.
When they arrived subtly late to the early spring neighborhood of Memorial, the air was sweetly cool and the gray of the early evening, beautiful.
Inside, a spread of chocolate brownies and crackers with cheese and hummus were waiting for the congregants following services.
During the sermon, they thought they could hear the rain falling past the stained glass. And when they departed, on their return, the rain began to fall again, lightly. And though there would be no viewing of the ‘super moon’, as they pulled up the driveway, thunder crackled somewhere in the east, low and at some length.