Hawaiian Bread & Shot Put
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Tuesday evening had been spent at the Silverspoon’s. Theodore and OLeif discussed 401K plans and the boys played music, including a new tune Curly had composed to the words of an old cowboy poem. Theodore had even written his own poem, although not quite finished, in honor of OLeif (as he had written a piece for Kitts for her wedding as well). OLeif was touched over it, as much as any male could be, and gave his dad a hug after Theodore read it aloud. Meanwhile, for dinner there were grilled steaks, homemade mashed potatoes, baked beans, sweet tea, pie for dessert and:
“Oooooh,” Denae said, “Hawaiian bread! We’ve killed the fatted calf. The kids have come home.”
And sadly, Shamrock was still lost, although they had placed a couple of signs complete with sad cat faces and everything. Collette felt sorry for the poor kitty. She hoped she would turn up one day as the English’s Caramel had done so after having been gone for weeks. Meanwhile, Collette got back to the books and the writing, after putting a roast and potatoes in the crock pot.
Joe soon IM’d, asking her to come to Hobby Lobby to look at the coffee tables, potentials for his new room in the basement before the windy afternoon storms rolled in. Once there, Joe had fun examining all of the decorative balls, including one of marble and another covered in stitched black leather, which were both quite heavy.
“Hey, Mom,” he called picking one up. “Shot put! See that lady down there?”
He raised the ball up behind his head, ready to pitch.
“Joe!” Mom called out with a laugh, looking around to see if anyone else noticed.
Meanwhile, she was telling Collette about Mrs. Tecumseh who worked full time at an art gallery, now that Travis was pretty much on his own for school, and his sister was in public school. But, as Mom explained, she was away from her family too much (even though it was a good job and she enjoyed it, having a degree in fine art herself). And so she was planning on perhaps selling candles and Mom offered to host a party for her in October.
After Hobby Lobby, where Collette purchased a print of “Girl with a Pearl Earring” (although not the exact title) and Joe a painting for his similarly coffee house-themed bedroom, they dropped by for groceries, including a bunch of bananas for Collette. While Mom shopped, Joe and Collette waited in the van while Joe looked through his new book, Crap Cars. Naturally Mom gasped every time Joe said the title aloud. By this time, the storm front was moving in bringing cold winds and shuddering through the trees.