Mid-Week
Friday, November 16, 2011
In which Collette returns to old stomping grounds yet again…
After three months away, back to the office once more.
Things were pretty quiet, pretty empty.
Evangeline and Hesed walked over to visit for awhile in the cold morning air. Happy boy and his eight-months preggo mama. His brother was expected to arrive before Christmas.
Back at the house…
Corn muffins.
Carrie was working on her New Mexico moccasins with strips of braided blue ribbons.
Tony LaRussa had taken third place in the National League Manager of the Year vote.
Mom had been gifted tickets to a night of music at the Cathedral Basilica and an original poem from a friend as an early birthday gift.
And the boys were returning from work, Francis clutching a bag of McDonald’s in one hand. Typical.
During dinner, Joe teased Linnea, spilling out strings of Broadway-worthy tunes of teenage angst…
“It’s my life, Dad! I make my own monies to take care of myself! Dad! You don’t even know! Dad!”
Linnea just giggled.
Joe drew up some rat-tails.
“So where are the cookies you said you’re going to make me, Carrie?” Dad asked.
Carrie was unsympathetic…
“Go a week without dessert, Dad, and then I’ll make you some.”
Following dinner, Collette drove Puck, Linnea, and Hansel and Gretyl to Wednesday night in the dark cold. Linnea pulled out some sort of breath strip.
“Smells funny,” said Puck. “Like leaves.”
“It does have that piney scent,” Gretyl concurred.
“I’m going to have to agree with Puck on this one,” said Hansel.
As usual, Daisy-Jean was amazing. What other children’s leader brought in a cart equipped to fry mini donuts cut out of biscuit dough, fried golden brown, and rolled in sugar, for twelve little runts.
Then to the sanctuary to rehearse for Sunday’s singing in the service.
“Everyone, I want your eyes only on me,” Isabella instructed, ready to conduct them.
“Excuse me!” Puck raised his hand. “I can see you, but I can also see other things at the same time!”
Mr. Literal.
Back home, OLeif was already waiting for them, working up some lasagna sandwiches, in lambskin slippers, plaid pants, and white t-shirt printed with green striped tie.
OLeif’s eyebrows were soon wiggling…
“You know it’s National Fast Food Day, right?…”
He went on to explain that it was also: National Peanut Butter Month, Pomegranate Month, and Family Literacy Month.