Run Around
Saturday, June 4, 2011
In which there is the usual mix of Saturday happenings…
It was another scorcher. 97 for the high that day, and not much different for the rest of the week…
OLeif was busy with websites all morning.
At breakfast, Puck was deep in conversations with his daddy.
“I’m only half a boss,” he said. “But Sun is teaching me how to be a boss.”
After a drop by the library to sign Puck up for the summer reading program, which provided an instant free round of bowling at Brunswick, every day of the summer if he wished, and a pick-up of Gloria’s next supply of contacts, over the Silverspoon’s.
Theodore was mowing the lawn before the sun killed every living thing in sight.
Likewise, it was reported that Dad and Francis were off to their next double-header church softball game.
Gloria ran a few errands to follow-up from the day’s previous party.
And Izzy, in his smashing new black Chucks, was off to the movies with friends.
Puck had decided to spend the night, via invitation of his Nana. He watched his Papa mow the lawn from the deck until Collette got the call to bring in the Civic once again. After an half-hour wait at the shop…
“Well, ma’am, it was the transmission again. I apologize. I am so sorry. It was a faulty one.”
No big deal. A rental car was available. While they ran up the paperwork, Collette listened to the chatter back and forth between the service representatives. A truck thundered by.
“Is that Dobbs with my tire?” one of them gasped. “That would be just a little too awesome.”
Over to the house to pick up Carrie for church.
Dad and Francis had just returned from their games. Francis was cherry-faced.
“So you survived?” Mom asked.
“Yeah, piece of cake,” Dad replied. “No problem at all.”
Clearly a generational denial.
Rose was in a new navy and white striped dress and looking cute.
And Linnea was babysitting for the evening. Baby Hesed was coming over to entertain her while Judah and Evangeline had a date together for their 5th anniversary, one day late.
Meanwhile, Mom was asking Collette to find a film that Grandma wanted to watch.
“Can you get it through Webstix?” she asked.
“Webstix? Oh, you mean Netflix?”
“Oh, yes, that’s it. Netflix.”
Church was nice, as always. Good sermon. The air inside a little tepid, due to the giant ice block in the ancient A/C having been already almost entirely used during a rehearsal and wedding on Thursday night and Friday.
Communion up front.
After they had returned to their seats, Rose whispered…
“It hurts to eat anything now because I ate too much Captain Crunch yesterday.”
Appropriate to the moment, as usual…
Following services, two of the female congregants in front of them thought they were triplets and then asked if they were all single.
Back to the Silverspoon’s for some chicken dinner, where Puck was just going down for the evening. OLeif had joined the family for discussion. And Izzy was in the basement with German and another friend.
Groceries.
Home.
British comedy.
“The Gospel is attracted to broken things.”
– Dr. Wintershine