Rose's Artistic Attempts
Back on the ranch…
“I had jewelry making class last night,” said Rose. “And I drilled a hole through my desk.”
“Why?” Collette asked.
“Well, I didn’t try to. But they were new desks, so I hid the hole from my teacher.”
“With what?”
“My book. But then I drilled a hole through my book.”
“How did that happen?”
“I was drilling holes through a penny and a quarter, and it slipped.”
“That’s legal?”
“Well it is now, because I did it. Hopefully no one will notice the hole in the desk. It doesn’t help that my name is on the desk.”
“Yeah, I guess not.”
“Then superglue exploded all over my hands and I had little plastic things sticking to them.”
Clearly jewelry making was not a class for Rose.
Word had come from Carrie-Bri in Austin. She was enjoying herself, even had some quiet moments of the day to read books from the Texan’s library.
Puck continued to stroll through the house in his walker as if it was a car, learning how to handle turns and back up in circles when such maneuvers were necessary. Sometimes he was able to blast from one end of the house to the other with very little effort. Sometimes he rammed the corners. But after a cry of dramatic frustration, he reoriented himself, and continued.
Collette had lately been calling him a “tomato head” due to the bright read hat he wore when out and about in the wintry wind. He was a cute chubby.
Dad was back safely from Iowa. Linnea was spending the night with Amelia Pie. Joe and Rose would likely be out with friends that night after Rose got off work. And Mom was making preparations for an act in the youth mission trip fundraiser talent show the following month. Scherzo was reuniting for an encore performance of “Barberini”, after having let it sit dormant for five years or so. It was a typical Friday.
OLeif was a pizza monster that night; he just had to have one. So after Mr. Puck had been put to bed, he took off for Pizza Hut and Blockbuster. He returned not only with a stuffed crust pizza and a movie, but with a bottle of Ginger Ale, a box of hot wings, and a bag of Reeses peanut butter cups. If it had been any other time of the week but Friday night, Collette would have objected. But there was something about Friday night that made all foods, no matter how full of grease, sugar, and fat, acceptable.