Remains of the Day
Dreams of high hills in the Middle East, sloping into short woods infested with bears and swarming honey comb while en-route to escape…
I have to say, sometimes my dreams are fully entertaining.
I looked more like a golden-haired beet walking around in her flags-of-the-world t-shirt, ballet leggings, and black tennis skirt than I had ever looked like a beet-y ballerina before. The sun had accomplished fine damage, and I clearly wore the results. The only kind of facial I ever receive. If that. I knew there was more than one reason why my body naturally avoids the sun. I don’t think I would have made a good farmer. Not even a beet farmer.
So, another shot of apple cider vinegar to kick off my day. How I can manage that, and not wine, I don’t know. But I do. And I’m sure I look like a prune uttering some unintelligible form of southern African Khoisan language when I do.
Puck was transitioning into books for the morning…
“Math I love! I love math math! Math math math! I love math math!”
Granted, “math” consists of circling groups of items by number right now. So… Yeah… We’ll see how long that enthusiasm lasts…
As Puck and I discussed the importance of maintaining a clean room – spiders, tripping potential, etc., Puck contemplated additional notations on his habits…
“I guess my room used to be nice, but now it is getting messy. Just like Uncle Francis’. Well, Lila’s room smells even worser. It smells like a cheeseburger about to have a pickle on top. Lila is a messy fellow too. But she is a nice fellow too.”
While my lasagna baked in the oven, those white “Caribbean” curtains ruffled from warm afternoon breezes as Puck and I put his dinosaur puzzle from Anneliese together on the living room floor. [I sometimes – while greatly disliking cooking in general – still enjoy watching lasagna noodles cook, because all that Calvin & Hobbes-esque glooping and blooping brings me back to the boiling sulfur pots of Wyoming or Iceland.]
Crackers shared Puck’s salad at dinner, by the way.
What’s wrong with that cat?
In other bad news, Lance was back in Houston getting that old gimpy right knee inspected again. And before seven it was clear that his season – and very likely his career – would be ended with surgery on Tuesday. I guess it still came out of the blue. I thought maybe I’d have one more chance to see him play. Just caught that one game against the Cubs back in May and a pinch hit appearance last week.
So wow.
Just like that.
Over.
The Bear offered a large chunk of Whole Foods gourmet chocolate to console me.
But even chocolate can not smooth all wounds.
Sad faces.
Quote of the Day
“Although we are incapable by nature of spiritual righteousness after the Fall, we are capable of civic virtue. The unregenerate man or woman is capable of understanding earthly things, but not heavenly things (see 1 Cor. 2:24). There are two reasons unbelievers can create just laws, good music, and sound education. First, they are created in God’s image; therefore rays of light still shine through. Second, God’s common grace, exercised through His providential sovereignty, restrains wickedness, vice, and ignorance from taking us to the depths to which they could.”
– Richard Twiss, One Church Many Tribes