Knitting & Aliens

OLeif had taken the day off work to run errands, after leaving Collette and Puck at the house for another day of vacation.
When they arrived, Carrie’s roots were being dyed red.
“Do I look like Donna?” Carrie asked with a grin.
In the afternoon mail, arrived a belated Christmas present for Carrie-Bri from Joe. A sold-out set of MUSE coffee mugs (or tea mugs, in Carrie’s case) in black, bright red, sun yellow, and deep turquoise.
Carrie had a holiday project. Almost the whole day, after teaching herself how to knit on New Year’s, she knitted her special 30-foot-long Dr. Who scarf. By the evening, she had completed a dark brown stripe, dark purple, and then on to a salmon-colored stripe.
Meanwhile, the little chubby was sniffling. He wasn’t sick enough, however, not to happily chase around his cats. He showed his affection for Pumpkin by dumping the last drops of his grandma’s latte over her head as she sat in a black lump on the chair next to the television. Pumpkin didn’t seem to mind too much.
And most of the day was spent completing the last of Dr. Who. The epic came to a close just around the time Mom’s homemade vegetable soup and buttered rolls were ready for dinner, and one of the top news stories rolled on the television about thousands of shoes being unexplainably dumped on a highway in Miami.
“Aliens,” said Carrie.
They had all, apparently, been watching too much Dr. Who that day.
That evening, OLeif joined the crowds at the coffee house to hear Flint River perform once again.