Look to the Skies

Thursday, August 16, 2007

It was over to the house that morning to work with Carrie on papers.

The weather was fantastically amazing. Carrie climbed up to the roof and stood on the ridge, her arms outstretched in the winds. Green leaves whirled up in the heavens as thunder cracked through the dark blue clouds in the northeast. For a moment, the sun spilled through the sky and Collette felt the wind sweep her forward in the clearing. A black, orange, and blue butterfly trembled on a bright green leaf above her head as the winds rolled in. It was one of those perfect days.

Inside, Rose was preparing a Powerpoint presentation for Dad: all the reasons she needed a laptop, and how she was able to afford it. This included flying computers and sound effects.

Upstairs, Carrie was holding “the squish” on the couch.

“Isn’t it funny back in the old days how pharaohs, when they were babies – people thought they were little gods? So little Akhenaten here…” she squeezed Puck, “…it would be like – ‘Little Akhenaten leaked through his clothes!'”

Puck studied his toes and smiled at everyone.

“We should dress him up as the Dalai Lama for Halloween,” Carrie laughed. “A big baby robe – reds, purples, and yellows.”

Meanwhile, Rose was in the kitchen eating a bag of potato chips with sour cream and onion dip. She had purchased them while she had been out to coffee with Joe, Magnus, Augustus, and Curly the night before. And she had already almost finished off the dip. Collette was obliging, and helped her with it.

Mom and Joe were off to the nursery for holly bushes before the rain came.

Linnea and her neighbor friend made more Webkins Worlds in the living room after Troubadour was chased off for chewing on one of the Webkins.

“Look what he did!”

Linnea carried in a handful of brown silky curls.

Troubadour was banished to the laundry room.

Meanwhile, OLeif had taken six of Kitts’ recipe cookies to work and shared the wealth with friends, including the owners.

“You have to keep making these,” Simon said.

Apparently the cookies were a hit.

Later that night, OLeif squashed spiders at Collette’s request with the end of his crutch in the corners of the ceiling while they watched “Charlotte’s Web”. Collette had only ever concluded that spiders came from the bad place.

“If ever an angel fell,
Jezebel,
It was you.”