It's a Fight to the Finish
With game days throwing a small unconventional loop in the schedule, we ran around back and forth to kick up the bulk of the day between various methods of transport while Puck knocked back a bowl of oatmeal and a cup of tea to cure the cough… also singing enormously loud original compositions about geology… which I later realized was actually a version of the “theme song” of “Journey to the Center of the Earth”.
I like this kid.
Puck was ramped up for fun. He drilled through the house in a sort of happy-jump-skip combination as we prepared to leave.
“Want to help me corral this monster?” I asked the Bear.
He held out one arm action-figure style…
“Be corralled!”
Then he shrugged…
“Didn’t work.”
I think he got out some wiggles, lightly head-bobbing to the wild rascals of “The Chieftains” on the drive out.
Everyone was busy back on the ranch, including Francis and Puck in another “war”.
“Dang it!” Carrie exclaimed from her laptop. “I did it again. I ate the sticker on the apple.”
Did I mention that sometimes we’re a little absent-minded over here…
After running ten miles in 75 minutes the previous day, Joe was feeling a little stiff while examining further application opportunities online. I grilled sandwiches for the lot of them, to which Joe added three fat pretzels and Francis – a steak.
“This tastes suspiciously like roast beef,” he said.
“It’s probably human,” Joe surmised.
Puck enjoyed a personal one-on-one tree climbing practice session with Carrie in the cool afternoon, while Linnea attended a volleyball-cooke-dough-fundraising-shipment-arrival pool party, where no one was swimming. When Mom returned from the drop-off, she bandaged her finger and antiseptic-ed her leg. Apparently the host of the pool party owned a vicious poodle.
After Puck discovered a hot drink jack-o-lantern holder in the Puck & Grandma Box, he helped Carrie by making clove-oranges for the bunny room. I love clove-oranges. In fact, I find that, in general, I am drawn towards masculine scents – tree scents in particular. Cedar, pine, spruce, woodsmoke, citrus. Maybe that’s why I’m not too big into most perfumes.
And in new news, Carrie’s iTunes/iPhone app – True to Size – went live before five.
As to my preconceived notions regarding the theory that adrenaline kills the common cold…
So do distractions.
Like the distractions of Yadi slapping in his 20th homer of the year, far outshining last year’s record of 14.
I had been hoping to witness that moment.
A piece of white confetti fluttered down from the rafters above us. I bet that thing’s been there since last October. Section 240 won scratchers cards for diet soda rewards points or something like that. Jim Edmonds graced the game with his championship presence. I watched the shut-out over salami, mozzarella, and a chocolate-shortbready Ritter Sports Bar. Some fan had paraded in a sign reading – “Molina for President”. And the Bear exploded a bag of pistachios all over the stands. Some of the fans shared in the wealth.
It was a good night.