Mother's Day
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Collette woke up that morning from a most peculiar, if not horrifying dream, real enough to have convinced her that she was going to have quadruplets… all girls. With a sigh of relief, she saw the time of five or so in the morning, noted the irony of the day, and went back to sleep.
Mother’s Day:
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A sermon by Sinai on spiritual warfare; nothing more appropriate.
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Collette and Puck picked up a bunch of bubblegum pink roses for Mom after church. Rose went out later to get a vase with a spray of tiny dark pink roses and a collection of Lindor chocolate truffles. Everything was arranged nicely for Mom when she returned.
Then Mom opened her gift from the family: a wreath of equally pink roses which she had previously admired. While she oohed and aahed over it, Francis rummaged through the box of packing materials in which Linnea had wrapped it.
“Ooop, oop. Ah ha!” he declared, and pulled from its bowels, a section of giant squared bubble wrap.
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After everyone had returned from services, and naps had been had, it was out to Florissant.
Valley of Flowers parade.
The Valley of Flowers was a big deal for Florissanters. And Grandma already had spaces reserved just outside her apartment for them and the Combs and the puppy, Mila. Although Joe was obliged to remain home to prepare for finals week. And Linus, newly hired at Valvoline, worked till five.
The parade began at two. And Puck was in full gear with a pair of his Sun’s shades and a hand that never stopped waving to the masses of baton-twirling-tiny-car-shriner-driving-marching-band-prom-dress-sporting-beauty-queen paraders. He also didn’t mind taking part of the batches of candy and shiny plastic beads flying through the air, of which he took many.
After everyone had passed, which ended with the inevitable giant Schnuck’s shopping cart, it was time for barbecue.
Bandana’s was spread out on the little green outside Grandma’s apartment, bags of chips, including cheese puffs, which Uncle Mo and Dad particularly enjoyed. These brought back memories of the good old days.
“Uncle Mo and I used to get a bag of these and a two liter of soda,” said Dad, “and finish it all off together.”
There were also boxes of snack cakes and honey buns to end the feast, after which OLeif, Francis, Linnea-Irish, and Puck took turns tossing a strand of shiny beads into the air to try to hang it over the telephone wire. Francis was finally the successful one. Then Rose brought over the frisbee. And Carrie-Bri and Lucia off to ‘FoPo’.
Before leaving, Puck played a round of catch with Uncle Mo. And then it was off into the setting sun of an early evening.
Good old times in Florissant.