Number Eight
Honduras was on the menu for Joe and Jaya that morning. Joe’s first flavor of international travel continues. (Because I’m still not convinced Hawaii really counts.)
Puck joined me at breakfast for further morning readings. I can’t remember what we were talking about, but he always manages to end the discussion with a tidy summary, like:
“But no person on Earf should pray to goddesses, else or they’re jerks. Big jerks.”
It’s amazing how it never gets boring around here. Stay-at-home mom, teaches her own kid; but with every day somehow very different from the rest, “boring” is not applicable.
It was almost lunch already. We watched a soft brown baby bunny near the patio, hunting his own lunch. So did Crackers, always ready to pounce past the glass to whatever creatures are munching on the other side.
Then there was the letter from Anneliese to Puck on notebook paper requesting another playdate. With both our houses so busy since last autumn, it’s been over seven months since they’ve seen each other. Puck examined the letter carefully and prepared his response with slow handwriting. He eyed her own neat penmanship, and noted with admiration:
“Wow, she’s getting good at commas.”
Game Eight on the season. Three for Carrie-Bri. After a CT scan that morning, she was tired, but not bad enough to miss a balmy evening downtown fighting Giants on the field.
On the way to our seats we passed Jimmy the Cat Hayes hustling to his booth. Just one more celebrity in our St. Louis world.
Nacho cheese sandwich crackers, mini Reeses. Laughing at Joe Kelly’s mustache and pulled “hammy,” Miller and Cruz spinning each other dance-like in the dugout, Waino’s air guitar during Take Me Out to the Ballgame:
“I don’t think anyone noticed him doing it.”
“Good,” said Carrie. “He doesn’t need any encouragement.”
Always some good entertainment, on and off the grass.
Anyway, Carrie has never seen a losing game. Maybe it was coincidence, but when we had to leave during the bottom of the 7th – winning by one – they began losing right as we drove out of the parking garage. Crackly fuzz from the car radio confirmed that the Cardinals would not win this one.
“If only I’d stayed a little longer,” Carrie mused.
Still, her actual viewing winning percentage continues to remain at 100%.