One Thing After Another

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SNARL

CLAW

MEOW

SCATTER

The cats were at it again. The problem with trying to maintain harmony between four cats in one house is that half of them hate the other half, and when they accidentally join company in the same room … fur literally flies. Then Pickles/Rostam felt the need to attack my shoulder – though on a more pacified level – followed by my ankles. He went back into the garage. And Mom picked up patches of black cat fur all over the house.

Puck talked veterans and recent wars with Mom in the dining room while he cut a steering wheel out of cardboard. And Carrie-Bri and I sorted through the endlessness of being oldest sisters and all the projects, ideas, and conversations that stem from those roles. You’d be surprised at the diversity they provide.

Linnea-Irish ran through the front door, freezing cold, back from work.

“There was a fight at work today!” she declared with a big grin, and proceeded to fill us in on the details.

Something about a disgruntled construction worker and three cheeseburgers. The world these days.

“He was probably about thirty,” she went on, clearly entertained by the whole episode. “He was like, ‘You mad, bro?’ Who says that when they’re thirty?”

“Yeah, well you better watch out and make sure he doesn’t come back,” Carrie cautioned.

“Oh, yeah. I was already hiding in the back just in case.”

Dad probably only heard half of the conversation because he had more important matters on his mind.

“Do we have anything for dessert, Adel?”

She did not.

“Sweets as always…” Puck practically tsked.

On the drive home, Puck analyzed Imagine Dragon lyrics. A frosty night – far too cold too soon.

Another day of heavy work ended up with me making homemade barbecue sauce with chicken and monterey jack quesadillas under sides of cilantro, sour cream, and lime wedges. I should never make this much food. It’s probably about the most frustrating activity in which I ever participate. And I do it three times a day.