Happy Flight

Saturday, October 22, 2011
In which a highly tense ballgame is experienced from 650 miles away…

Puck had found the cookies early. But this time, he refrained.
“You may have one at ten o’clock,” Collette told him.
“But the lid of it is already broken…”
“Breakfast first.”
Puck hurried to the staircase with Gloria’s call bell and rang it several times…
“Come up, ghosts! It’s time for breakfast!”
Cinnamon rolls, eggs, and bacon. Puck was not terribly interested in the cinnamon roll. It became a battle of the wills between himself and OLeif…
“Can’t believe I’m forcing you to eat something that’s bad for you,” OLeif smiled. “You will eat the cake! You’ll have a barrel of ice cream, and you’ll love it!”

The principle matters of the afternoon included:
1.popcorn for Puck
2.about four hours of five-way conversation-Minecraft between OLeif and Puck (St. Peters), Joe (Weldon Spring), Curly (Nashville), and Izzy (St. Charles); also briefly involving the dobro…
3.irritation at the media regarding good old Albert Pujols
4.news of a double-blind-date in New Town
And Puck vacuumed.

After 4:30, Theodore and Gloria returned from their road trip.
Puck walked next door to see the neighbor’s new tiny dog and returned with three empty Wendy’s pickle buckets.

Aaaaand… Game 3. In Texas.
“I promise I won’t call and gloat if the Rangers win tonight,” Theodore teased.
And things were looking… absolutely ridiculous.
Things were looking up. Things were looking dull. Then cheery for awhile. Then bluer. Than brighter again. Bleaker. Awesome. Then… absolutely unbelievable. Phenomenal. Four hours later and three Pujols homers, it was all over. 16 to 7.
Brilliance.

“I’M GONNA TURN HIM DOWN FLAT LIKE A PANCAKE!”
– Rose, upon being asked out by a doctor, (courtesy Joe)