Gray November

Monday, November 21, 2011
In which weather is meant to turn fowl…

90% chance of rain.
40% chance for thunderstorms.
The week was looking good.

Puck had questions about burglars at lunch around the new-old walnut table.
And about the passing of the soul…
“So if you fell down and were dead, then your body would disappear?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t disappear, no.”
Puck appeared shocked…
“But you would praise God! And God would take you up to Heaven!”
“My body would stay here,” Collette explained. “But the inside of me – that’s called my soul – would go to God.”
“And then we would all be in Heaven together!” Puck declared with a huge smile.
He then dove into a pile of animal crackers from Grandma Combs.

Another biometrics notice in the mail for the adoption.
And Lance Berkman had won the St. Louis Cardinals Darryl Kile Award.

For dinner, Puck heard Collette remind OLeif to pick up a sack of flour on the way home from work, as the weevils had gotten to the other…
“Mama. What are the names of the weevils?”
“What do you think they are?”
“George. Maddie. Oh, not Maddie… Sad. Um, Saddened. Moses… Maddie. Oh, no, no, no… Wall. And Stick. There’s Smacker. Fetch. Bad Dog. Well, no, no… Bad Weevil. All those names.”

And no rain fell.