Moving On

Tuesday, November 8, 2011
In which the rain continues as Rose makes changes…

Early that morning, Puck crawled in for a cuddle with Collette.
“I’m havin’ bad thoughts, Mama.”
“What kinds of bad thoughts?”
“Oh, like a carrot… bein’ thrown into the ocean…”
“Anything else?”
“And a door… bein’ thrown into the ocean…”
“Anything else?”
“And a bag of eggs… bein’ thrown into the ocean… Wasted.”
A conversation of spiritual warfare ensued, Puck adamantly insisting that…
“Then the bad snakes will be thrown out into space or something.”

Meanwhile, the rain was continuing. Dripping from the eaves in a soft slushing sound as OLeif departed for work.
After breakfast, Puck offered to help with the dishes. Knowing the impending disaster this offer entailed, she politely declined.
“OK, Mama,” he replied seriously. “But you must resist to do the dishes by yourself.”
Apple cider vinegar.
Ug.

The afternoon brought further rain.

And Rose had decided to take the apartment in Dogtown, provided she was still first in line come the next morning.