Mummies & Cookies

Puck was busy wiping away the tears from his misadventure in the play-pen (i.e. being unhappy that he was put there in the first place), after his Tante Carrie-Bri rescued him to help her make cookies. He carried around a jumbo bag of chocolate chips while Carrie taught him about the ingredients.
“He’s looking for a place to hide his treasure,” said Francis.
“Ah ha!” said Carrie, when she found the bag of powdered sugar in the white cabinet.
“Ah ha,” repeated Puck.
“Oh yeah,” said Carrie, when she pulled the vanilla from the cabinet.
“He’s going to think that all these ingredients are called things like, ‘Ah ha!’”, said Collette.
“Yeah, Mom, I need a little ‘oh yeah’ for lunch,” said Carrie.
Carrie mixed up a bowl of frosting, electric orange.
“Francis, you can come help decorate cookies, if you want.”
“Thanks – I think I’m going to decorate my stomach with some food though.”
So for the afternoon, while Puck napped, and finished the cookie making business with his aunts, Collette joined Joe in a trip to the Art Museum under rain-filled skies.
After waiting in stalled traffic for some time, they finally passed the cause of the shutting down of three lanes of traffic. Someone had apparently smashed into the side of a tractor trailer filled with buckets of kitty litter. The clean-up was still in progress over an hour later, upon their return.
The Art Museum was one of Collette’s favorite places to visit, especially in the quiet (sometimes empty halls below), where the mummies were encased. Three of the them – painted in intricate, ancient colors, pressed in gold leaf and precious stones.
Collette returned late in the afternoon to pick up Puck,
who was very happily playing with a set of plungers with Linnea. Carrie had made him a special Halloween mix CD, including themes from The Twilight Zone, Midsumer Murders, and
The Ghost of Mr. Chicken, and other various classics.
That night, as OLeif prepared more maseca tortillas for Collette to make enchiladas,the glowing gold of leaves against shadowed clouds, electrified the shine of the setting sun.
They were joined shortly later by Carrie-Bri, Joe, and Rose for an evening of laughs.
“Hey, your cricket died,” said Rose, pointing to a little cricket body on the basement floor.
“No, he’s still alive,” said Collette. “I saw him walking around here earlier.”
“We should get a bag of crickets and sprinkle them all over the place down here,” said Joe.
“Yay! And they’ll cricket all night.”