Labor Day

Monday, September 6, 2010

Nothing better to do on Labor Day but to visit the Finn Inn. Again. Attempt number two in eight days’ time.

But first, to the Silverspoon’s where OLeif taught Puck how to play cards, the family spoke with Curly on video chat, and there was, naturally, more bacon.

And Theodore’s hand was all bandaged up, ready for a consultation for further surgery on Thursday.

It was a beautiful day.

Shortly after two o’clock, they met at the house, where everyone was ready to leave, except for Rose, who had left at nine o’clock that morning for an all-day barbecue with her old work buddies.

A two-car drive, as the big old green thing had been… uncertain… as of late. So over across the river to Illinois and the Great River Road where the old Mississippi kept charging south over rolls of wind-whipped waves.

As OLeif, Collette, and Puck followed in their car, and as they passed the chiseled white cliffs, Puck kept saying over and over, “There’s another Great Wall of China!”

Things were hopping in Grafton. Fudge shops, ice cream stops, the boat docks, bars and restaurants, etc. And so was the Finn Inn. But within fifteen minutes, they had inched their way in the line to the top of the stairs where they were led to two tables. OLeif, Collette, Linnea-Irish, and Puck took the smaller of the two by one of the fish tanks. And between grilled cheese, steak fries, and fish, they were filled up fine.

On the ride home, Puck saw the river from the bridge.

“I’m on top of the world!” he cried happily.

And, as they headed across the state line, Puck reviewed his catechism to himself.

“Why did God make you and all things?” he asked, several times. And then, “Why did God make things?”

Then he changed his tune a little.

“Why did God not makes things?”

Same answer…