June 4

Friday, June 4, 2010

Mom was off early that morning to the Branson area with Grandma Combs and Aunt Petunia to hunt out a good place for the family reunion that July.

Preparing to leave that morning, Collette asked how OLeif had slept the previous night.

“Like a petrified monster,” he said with a grin.

Once arrived at the house, Collette read a book of nursery rhymes to Puck, in his sharp little new haircut from Carrie-Bri, while he shoveled down a bowl of oatmeal.

“Read it again, Mama,” he instructed. “But this time, don’t yawn.”

He watched her carefully as she re-read the first page.

“Did you yawn?” he asked, pointing a finger at her face.

“I disguised it,” she replied.

As the sun yawned yellow that afternoon, Linnea-Irish was brought out to swim at Gretyl’s. And Carrie-Bri joined Francis on yet another trip out, to continue his driving rehearsals, after which Kitts arrived and the girls headed into the city for raspberry gelato.

That evening, Collette joined them, and Eve and Rose, for a night of the 1953 version of War of the Worlds. This included Carrie’s fondue and remembrances of the old days and some laughs.

Before leaving, the conversation turned to a time when Bing had told Carrie that his family had a castle in England.

“See, Eve,” said Carrie. “That’s why I had to marry your brother when I was little, so I could get the castle.”

“Except there’s no money that comes with it,” said Eve.

“Yes, but I wanted the castle primarily so I could become a knight.”

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix’d
His canon ‘gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on’t! ah fie! ’tis an unweeded garden,
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely.

~ Hamlet, Act I, Scene II

How very special are we

For just a moment to be

Part of life’s eternal rhyme.

~ Charlotte’s Web