Monday's Lists
Monday, February 7, 2011
Initial items for Monday:
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check out ten-year tetanus booster information
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look into Spanish programs for OLeif
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develop game plan to research project manager positions for Dad
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research preliminary transfer credits to MIZZOU for Francis
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follow-up contact with Classical Conversations position
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register Linnea and a buddy for the ‘Un-Valentine’ Party at the library on Friday afternoon
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revise ten-year plan
However, the morning began officially with…
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blueberries and oatmeal, with a sizable portion of it landing on Puck’s gray sweatshirt
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Rose forwarding the plans for Qatar’s rather impressive five, 2022 World Cup stadiums
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Balero
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audiobook: Around the World in 80 Days
Meanwhile…
OLeif had discovered his own Spanish-learning podcast in previous weeks; however, it was instructed by Scots and there had been something about haggis… So Collette wondered as to its effectiveness.
And Puck was very interested in learning about where he was ‘on this Earth ball’ so that he could know where his ‘baby brudder is’.
Into the afternoon…
“Is Sun really a cowboy?” Puck had wanted to know.
Carrie forwarded information of R.C. Sproul’s Middle Eastern tour upon a cruise ship that featured personal butlers for each cabin who would serve ‘high tea’ every afternoon. Endless travel possibilities…
Just before four o’clock, Puck was punctually deposited into the bath for his first experience with his aunt’s successful bath bombs. The result was sheer excitement at the opportunity to sit in a large vat of hot green ‘soup’, or more appropriately, what seemed like pale green glass, and stir the foaming bubbles with a newly-discovered paint can opener. Collette fancied that the bright green bath bombs had been ‘green apple’, one of her favorites, although she had already been told otherwise. Her sense of smell was nominally duplicitous.
“Will I turn into a apple, Mama?” Puck asked with a big grin.
He then began to float on his stomach.
“Look how it do’s dat, Mama,” he said happily.
All went well until Puck saw the spindly legs of a likely-dead spider, hanging under the soap ledge.
“I saw that spider when I was taking a relaxing bath,” he said calmly. “He was trying to be sneaky. But he was not. But he was not. Not. Not. Not. Not…”
The spider was quickly deposed, and everything was peachy again.
Supper prayers had morphed a little over the past week or so…
“Dee-ooooooor Jesus. Dank You for saving us, and dank You for dis woooooooonderful food, and dank You for dis woooooooonderful food dat You gave us, and dank You for saving my mudder on her trip, and dank You for saving my baby brudder in Cowombia. Namen.”
Following supper…
Puck was fascinated with the Darth Vader Volkswagon commercial that evening. About as much as his mother.
He was also very interested in OLeif’s bottle of Scotch whiskey.
“Daddy, could you drink all of that fuel down so I can have the bottle?”
A little of the apparently-addicting Minecraft for the boys.
And OLeif went out again and returned with a modest affair of groceries which included Canada Dry Green Tea Ginger Ale.