November 20
Saturday, November 20, 2010
The sad news of the weekend had come in Friday afternoon. Evangeline’s father had passed away at 80 years of age in a motorcycle accident. The family would travel to California for the funeral.
As Judah had been quoted, saying…
“When a 80 year old, Swedish organist leaves this earth on a motorcycle, you know he has lived a full life.”
For the little Silverspoon family…
Puck was up at his usual time, snuggling with his Sponge Bob slippers from his grandpa, and announcing that he was ‘Starving, Mama!’
Following breakfast, he and OLeif built a stone house ‘on a snowy cliff overlooking the sunrise’, on a computer game on OLeif’s PC.
OLeif also made, at Puck’s request, a little red trash can out of the modeling clay.
The later morning had been reserved for a nutritionist appointment for OLeif.
Upon arrival, Puck immediately dug into the pile of bacon waiting for him on the kitchen counter, and began playing with the chubby happy robin.
And Collette caught up on highlights from the two goals Forlán scored in Atletico’s last game while she was on her way back from Tennessee…
Word came later that OLeif’s ‘little buddy’ was still, unfortunately, in residence…
Meanwhile, a bird had flown down the chimney. Izzy finally got him out, but it escaped and flew into the glass door. Izzy set it in a tree to hopefully recover.
“Did he die to Jesus?” Puck asked.
Later…
The boys checked out the trailer for Cowboys and Aliens, a preview that sent the audience laughing prior to the viewing of Harry Potter in the theater Thursday night.
Then off to Malone’s for Theodore, OLeif, and Izzy, followed by RED at the movies.
Then Collette departed to the house while Puck went shopping with Gloria. When they went into a second-hand shop, Puck said…
“This is a fancy store.”
Over at the house…
Joe was out with Wally and Lolli.
Francis had been working with the Boy Scout food drive, as had Linnea-Irish as an AHG.
The autumn was coming to a close in those next weeks, though the temperatures were still mild.
Though by the time Collette and Rose arrived at Memorial, the sun had slipped. The evening was rather cold. And the service was good.
Then Rose showed Collette the fellowship hall that she had helped refurbish, including the painting of the cement floor in brown, and the industrial ceiling of the same color.