Monday's Entertainment
Over at the house on a cold wintry gray day. Rose was in ecstatics over her new MacBook, which had just arrived in the mail.
“Yes!” She cried with enthusiasm, as she attacked the cardboard package with a steak knife.
“Careful, careful,” Dad warned, as the knife slashed through the tape.
There it was – sleek, black, compact. Rose was in heaven.
Dad was home. He would take off for Iowa the following day. And, as usual, when he was home during the week, it was not an uncommon thing to see his smile lines, shaking his head in disbelief over his children and their ways.
“You thought you heard my phone ringing, Collette?” He asked her at lunch.
“I thought so.”
“It’s the CTU calling you, Dad,” said Carrie.
“Yeah, they’re ready for your next mission,” said Joe. “They’re looking for you from their satellites. All you have to do is walk outside. Oooh! My eyes!”
“Yeah, they don’t even need GPS for Dad. All they need him to do is take off his hat and the shine shows them.”
Dad just laughed.
Then Joe did a silly dance, that only Joe could do, and only for Joe reasons, and Dad laughed even harder. At least his children did provide some sort of entertainment.
For the later part of the afternoon, after Frances’ math books had been put away, he zoomed the Puck around in his walker and Puck squealed in excitement. Next, out came an old hair piece from Grandma, which they put on his baby head. There was always something afoot.
It was a sleepy day. Since the wood burning stove had been going, it made the living room a drowsy place.
The rest of their time at the house, Collette tried to pretend that there wasn’t a bag of Ghirardelli chocolates sitting in the pantry (some of which included raspberry filling), or that there was a bowl of Valentine M’nMs sitting next to it. She was, as usual, unsuccessful. As Relevance had announced to their bus in Israel, Collette was a “chocolatier”. She couldn’t deny it.
Puck spent his evening rolling in his walker, happily chewing on his shoe and giggling. He had picked up on the concept of “sharing”, and gleefully offered it to Collette from time to time so that she might also participate in the joy of chewing on his shoe.
Once the Puck was off to snooze-land, Collette set out the burrito-making station and she and OLeif spent their night on their laptops to the tunes of various songs from Collette’s iPod. Desert was a bag of Skittles left over from Sunday afternoon with Linnea.