July 19th
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Sunday was another beautiful day. Sometimes July could be gorgeous. And this year, it was. At least for a part of it.
After church, Collette and Puck returned to the house where all the windows were open to cool breezes. And there was a pile of Carrie’s delicious snickerdoodles on the counter. A grievous temptation.
The family returned together for pork chops and potato casserole after noon. Everyone had their bits of stories and information from the morning and over the weekend to share, as usual.
And Rose came to the dinner table in the predictable garb.
“I like your M’nM pants and zebra top combo with the lava earrings,” said Carrie.
Dad filled the water glasses from one of Mom’s spouted mixing bowls, as apparently the other pitchers were already occupied.
“What happened? Where’s the pitcher?” Rose asked. “You know Linnea washed her feet in that bowl last night.”
There was a universal groan.
“I washed it out when I was done!” Linnea protested.
“Oh, good,” said Carrie, “’cause I used that to mix up the cookies last night.”
Then Dad brought out the ice cream in waffle cones and they watched The Waltons.
And Rose came to the dinner table in the predictable garb.
“I like your M’nM pants and zebra top combo with the lava earrings,” said Carrie.
Dad filled the water glasses from one of Mom’s spouted mixing bowls, as apparently the other pitchers were already occupied.
“What happened? Where’s the pitcher?” Rose asked. “You know Linnea washed her feet in that bowl last night.”
There was a universal groan.
“I washed it out when I was done!” Linnea protested.
“Oh, good,” said Carrie, “’cause I used that to mix up the cookies last night.”
Then Dad brought out the ice cream in waffle cones and they watched The Waltons.