How Things go Down
Thursday, August 4, 2011
In which troubles brew and redemption is made with an evening of Puck and cookies…
Rough day.
Rough day.
Sometimes, blow followed blow…
At breakfast, however, Puck was thinking about fried eggs and talking about things and humming tunes to himself, including…
“Baby Hesed. Baby Hesed. He’s the best baby of ever, of all the towns in the world. Baby Hesed…”
At church…
There was further severe stomach flu at the farm house.
At Collette’s medical exam later in the afternoon…
Blood pressure: 110/70.
Italian-mafia-white-glasses Dr. Joe Brazil. He never seemed to change. When explaining the upcoming Colombian adoption and that she often had to answer with ‘the country of Colombia’ and not merely Colombia, because people often thought she meant Columbia, Missouri…
“Next time someone asks you where you’re adopting, I want you to say Colombia in a Spanish accent.”
Then he jokingly asked to borrow her Uruguayan earring because it would ‘freak his kids out’.
Good old Dr. Brazil.
When Collette returned to the house, Puck was running around in Joe’s expedition Boy Scout hat.
“That hat has been everywhere,” Joe told him. “New Mexico. Argentina…”
“The hat’s been places the owner hasn’t even seen,” said Carrie.
There was salad of tomato-avocado-bacon.
Carrie had given all the boys, and Puck, hair trims. Potential bargaining with Collette to cut off over a foot of her hair… she would consider the contract.
Linnea departing for volleyball.
And Dad and Mom had been dieting Tim-Ferriss style, at Carrie’s recommendation, although Dad refused to admit that he had, indeed, lost weight.
The afternoon was looking a bit rained.
It seemed to be like this with funerals. Rain was involved, sometimes torrential, around the past five at least…
On the way home, Collette was ready to find some fun.
She let Puck pick out a fat bakery sugar cookie iced in bright blue and pink, and a bottle of Pure apple juice.
Library to pick up the Cards tickets.
And home for Veggie Tales about Noah.
That night while OLeif was out with his fellas, Collette typed into the ancient royal lines of Grandpa’s heritage, including two champions of English kings. As the dictionary defined it:
“Champion of England: noun: a hereditary official at British coronations, representing the king (King’s Champion) or the queen (Queen’s Champion) who is being crowned, and having originally the function of challenging to mortal combat any person disputing the right of the new sovereign to rule.”
And in other news, the Ryes were having another baby boy.