September 13
Monday, September 13, 2010
Monday morning began with Puck dancing around to Spasenie and the reading aloud of Dad’s daily email devotional, which he had not failed to send out a single day in the past two years, which was no surprise.
Then Puck commenced to answering a question that Collette had put to him concerning when he had last done something in particular…
“Ten weeks ago I did…” Puck replied, in thought.
After breakfast, Puck inquired, “Is it Monday, Mama? Is Onion coming?”
He was right on both counts. Rose would join them for movie night after her first of three final days (or her final month — no one could seem to tell her) at her Wells Fargo contract, followed by an appointment for a pair of new eyeglasses.
And it was, indeed, a Monday, although how Puck knew such a thing, Collette could little guess…
Their walk that morning entailed looking for more ‘squishy tar’. They hit the jackpot around the third bend, when they discovered a veritable pit of tar, filled deep enough to be considered a swimming pool for a small bird.
Back home, Collette put Puck down for his nap.
“Wake up me at half-past May!” Puck called from the other room.
Collette promised him that she would do so. And though the chap never fell asleep, Puck was brought out to tunes and stories from his Mr. Rogers CD and a small ration of M’nMs from that which Grandma Combs had brought for him at the church barn on Friday night.
Meanwhile, as OLeif interviewed Pablo Honey at Sonic for a paper for seminary, it was time for Maiden Heist that evening with Rose, and possibly the worst pizza rolls they had ever tasted.
Rose… who had prospects from her new recruiter, an old friend of the family, Saul Chalke, who was moving to Taiwan in January with his wife and five children… just because they wanted to…
Things were slowly rolling out to a close at Rose’s first contract. She had spent part of one of her days clearing out the fridge, which involved shucking out a mold garden and condiments dating back to 2007.
She was also having difficulty getting work done at her desk because her co-worker chums were dropping by so often to talk, taking in as much Rose-time as possible before she turned in her parking pass.