Not Much Going
Sunday, June 10, 2012
“Sebastian was chasing a poor hummingbird, I think…” Puck declared early Sunday morning smashing open the deck door.
He was already in dark blue polo and black jeans, the inevitable tuft of blonde hair volcano-ing in the back. He returned to his breakfast…
“I’m going to eat as fast as an egg in a pie.”
Church continued to be a revolving door.
Henri teared up at the announcement; poor chap.
They would be gone in July.
The original plan for the afternoon had been Meramec Caverns…
“Caves?” Rose had repeated, wrinkling her nose.
“Sure. Why? You like caves.”
“No, I don’t. What if we get stuck?”
“You’ve just been reading too much Mark Twain,” OLeif advised.
This idea was optioned in exchange for Fort Chartres, which was then traded for bringing groceries to Grandma, which then landed in… nothing.
So Francis took a shift at work. Carrie exhibited a line of dress options for Rose before Carrie met Paige Popp for coffee. Rose recovered from whatever slight illness had lightly plagued her since Friday. And Dad brought in Little Caesar’s.
Trick chocolates were in the Puck and Grandma box. Rubber versions of truffles in paper. Puck giggled, tricking the family members one at a time.
Linnea accounted her days of long walks and sunny pools with Cherry. There were always new faces and new stories from Iowa City. This time it was a gentleman sophomore with moonstone gauges who “chugged aloe vera juice”. Linnea had also experimented with macaroni and cheese pizza and a trip to Goodwill for much denim and blue plaid storm coat for 25 cents each.
Meanwhile, Rose had plans to take salsa lessons and pottery again, and joined Mom, Carrie, and Linnea for an episode of “Say Yes to the Dress”, afterwhich she built sand castles with Puck in the backyard with green leaves for crocodiles while Mom picked up sticks and talked to Grandma Combs on the phone. Then Linnea also jumped into the fun.
Puck was tucked in for bed, then shortly later escaped.
“I’m shutting the door to your room, Mom.”
“Why’s that?”
“’Cause I see something shaped like a human bean chest.”