Movies, Movies

Friday, February 17, 2012

Puck strolled out into the frosty sunshine that morning.
“Start the ship!” he declared. “I meant the car,” he giggled.
His half-laugh was a mirror of Izzy’s those days.

Back on the ranch…
Linnea was still asleep. Puck was given permission to wake her with cow bells. He then returned to the kitchen for a brief discussion with his grandparents.
“Well anyway,” he began, as was his usual introduction to all conversation. “All your kids have magic.”
“Do they?” Dad asked.
“I’m very proud,” Mom replied.
“What do they do?” Dad asked.
“They can disappear things. Right, Sun?”
Linnea was sorting her package of “silky squares” on the living room floor, wrapped in a blanket, holding a buttered English muffin. She had plans to stitch herself a scarf.
Dad left for his jog.
Joe woke up late, after hanging out with Wally till two.

As Mom departed around noon to join Mrs. English and several of the other home school moms for a “one hour” luncheon at the Ernie’s home, Linnea pulled out the remaining pork steaks for lunch.
“You can’t eat steaks for lunch,” Dad protested.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re not man enough.”
“What happened to all my Dove chocolates?” Carrie asked. “I put them out yesterday for the family, and they’re all gone. I thought I’d be safe because the kids don’t like dark chocolate.”
“They liked those because they’re superior chocolate,” Dad explained. “Dove chocolate. All that other stuff tastes like brown crayons.”
Collette and Puck took turns tossing a styrofoam rod back and forth in the wind to each other outside from Joe’s car while Linnea plunked the ukulele on the roof in her bathrobe.
Mom returned three hours later.
Joe was leaving for frisbee golf with “the fellas”. Puck watched him chug a drink from the sink.
“Why d’you do that, Uncle Joe?”
“’Cause I’m a boss!”
“Could I do that?”
“Sure!”
Puck crawled onto the counter and took a dip for himself.
“I’m a boss, Mama!”

Puck was set up for a “movie and munchies” night at church, six to eight. Linnea and Gretyl would be assisting with the children.
Francis left for a three-mile run, dinner, and further social activities.
Carrie was leaving for a business meeting over coffee with Lucia just as Paige Popp rang in.
Pizzas, sodas, popcorn, and mini candy bars. A flick about dolphins. And about a dozen kids, mostly girls in pink, running around the sanctuary, ended the younger specimens’ Friday evening.

Magnus had finger surgery. Taking OLeif’s advice of “[pushing] through the pain”, he made an appearance after Joe and Rose had picked him up for the 8:30 gathering. Amidst piles of Cheez-Its and Sun Chips, A Knight’s Tale was selected, a film which Collette had somehow never seen. An eclectic cast which included actors from Australia, Scotland, Argentina, and one woman with crazy purple hair who was part French-Hawai’ian-Dutch-Irish-Filipino-German.
“’I have a crush on every boy!’” Rose imitated her.
A fan of multi-colored hair sprayed across the side of her head…
“What!” Rose screeched. “It looks like she just popped out of France or something. Even I wouldn’t do my hair like that.”
“’You are the finest rooster in all the land!’” Magnus declared.
“Look at that pig on a crown,” said Rose, pointing to a crest on a pink banner. “Ha ha.”
“That would be yours,” said Magnus.
“And there’s a chicken. That would be yours.”
A stack of pixie sticks had slowly been dwindling on the table. Rose and Magnus decided who would take the last.
“Oh, you just take it,” Rose instructed. “You’re the one with the stuffed up thumb.”
“This film would be a thousand times more amazing if Will Ferrell was in it,” OLeif noted.
“Ahg,” said OLeif after another scene of David Bowie inexplicably mixed with a Medieval dance. “I don’t understand this movie!”
“OLeif, how about we do some manly things upstairs?” Joe suggested.
But they stuck it out.
Rose mumbled comments from time to time.
“What? What did you say?” Magnus asked her.
“Nothing.”
“I’m pretty sure you just said something about wishing we could still wear metal pants.”
At the arrival of the final joust, Rose laughed as Chaucer reflected the sun from a mirror into the face of the announcing herald.
“Ha ha. We have that happen at church sometimes with the communion plates,” she chuckled. “Do you guys ever have that happen?”
“I don’t think we have that problem…” Collette replied, trying to imagine how that would work successfully in their particular situation.
“Our communion service is over one hundred years old,” Rose then replied proudly.
“Of course it is.”
“That’s right. We have history. Oh wait. You don’t.”
Magnus got the giggles throughout the evening.
“Are you taking Vicodin?” Rose asked.
“Uh… yeah.”
“And I have to drive this fruitcake home,” Joe laughed.
11:30 and the night was ended.