September 26
Sunday, September 26, 2010
At breakfast, Collette gave Puck ten pennies for his pocket to give to the offering at ‘baby church’, due to his helping her about the house during the week.
“If I seed a penny that God dropped,” said Puck seriously, “I would give it back to Him.”
Church was ruffled under wind and a gray sky-sea.
On the way, Puck had his usual discussions.
“I was running from my shadow. If I saw you driving on the road, I would run onto the grass and I would be safe!”
Back at the house, OLeif, Francis, and Puck were busy slamming squishy skeletons into the ceiling, where they stuck for a time before falling off.
“Francis Snicketts!” Mom exclaimed, “What have I told you about sticking those skeletons on the ceiling!”
Linnea-Irish was picked up from her American Heritage Girls camp-out not long later. She was cold and feeling somewhat ill as she hurried toward them, passing a mini-van with a large blow-up giraffe sitting inside it, and stuffed a pile of dirt-crusted tents into the mini van where the Oldies, Francis’ staple station, was blaring Spirit in the Sky.
Lunch was served not long later, due to the creative expertise of Carrie-Bri and her lovely assistant, Rose: sausage and sweet potato soup with paprika, pumpkin muffins with homemade plum butter, and apple-caramel crisp.
They settled down around the table, lit low with Mom’s usual ambient candles, and the normal razzle-dazzle of conversation, including the kids laughingly accusing Dad of watching Pride and Prejudice the previous evening while Mom and Carrie were trying to watch the AC STL game in the same room.
Afterwards, Joe had a surprise for his nephew.
“Close your eyes and hold out your hands,” he instructed.
Puck did so. Joe placed a box in his hands.
“OK, you may look now!”
Puck opened his eyes and got a huge grin on his face. “Look!” he exclaimed. “Look everybody! What’s inside it?”
It was a Hot Wheels track. A genuine old-fashioned Hot Wheels track.
“I’m so excited!” Puck exclaimed. “I’m so excited!”
The track was, naturally, a huge hit. He did not even nap, but came back upstairs to roll his Hot Wheels down and around the loop-de-loop of the track in the kitchen.
Two o’clock brought another Atletico Madrid victory!
In the afternoon, everyone left for the aircraft field north of Saint Charles where Dad had been invited to an open house. It was a nice drive out in the middle of practically nowhere. Unfortunately, the event seemed to have been canceled. There were no cars in the lot. But they did see a small plane come in off the runway as Dad and the boys pointed out the F-15s and other aircraft presented upon the field.
It was a nice drive anyway, and with Mom playing toss-the-mini-squishy-soccer-ball-to-Joe-so-he-can-catch-it-in-his-teeth, OLeif bullying Rose and joking with Puck, etc., there was always some sort of amusement to go around.
It was also interesting to learn that…
“Did you know that everyone in our family is a member of the EAA?” Dad said, as they left the lot. “Experimental Aircraft Association. I bought the family membership.”
So back for the Sunday Little Caesar’s while everyone gathered together in the living room in the autumn grays and golds and subdued post-rain of the afternoon.
And to order AC STL inaugural year scarves for the four girls in anticipation of the upcoming game on Saturday.
“Death is not a succession of life; it is a part of the process of living.”
— via Steve Lucas
It was cold. Well, chill. And Collette was pleased about that. The honeysuckle, which had been confused again, was blooming on the fence.
At breakfast, Collette gave Puck ten pennies for his pocket to give to the offering at ‘baby church’, due to his helping her about the house during the week.
“If I seed a penny that God dropped,” said Puck seriously, “I would give it back to Him.”
Church was ruffled under wind and a gray sky-sea.
On the way, Puck had his usual discussions.
“I was running from my shadow. If I saw you driving on the road, I would run onto the grass and I would be safe!”
Back at the house, OLeif, Francis, and Puck were busy slamming squishy skeletons into the ceiling, where they stuck for a time before falling off.
“Francis Snicketts!” Mom exclaimed, “What have I told you about sticking those skeletons on the ceiling!”
Linnea-Irish was picked up from her American Heritage Girls camp-out not long later. She was cold and feeling somewhat ill as she hurried toward them, passing a mini-van with a large blow-up giraffe sitting inside it, and stuffed a pile of dirt-crusted tents into the mini van where the Oldies, Francis’ staple station, was blaring Spirit in the Sky.
Lunch was served not long later, due to the creative expertise of Carrie-Bri and her lovely assistant, Rose: sausage and sweet potato soup with paprika, pumpkin muffins with homemade plum butter, and apple-caramel crisp.
They settled down around the table, lit low with Mom’s usual ambient candles, and the normal razzle-dazzle of conversation, including the kids laughingly accusing Dad of watching Pride and Prejudice the previous evening while Mom and Carrie were trying to watch the AC STL game in the same room.
Afterwards, Joe had a surprise for his nephew.
“Close your eyes and hold out your hands,” he instructed.
Puck did so. Joe placed a box in his hands.
“OK, you may look now!”
Puck opened his eyes and got a huge grin on his face. “Look!” he exclaimed. “Look everybody! What’s inside it?”
It was a Hot Wheels track. A genuine old-fashioned Hot Wheels track.
“I’m so excited!” Puck exclaimed. “I’m so excited!”
The track was, naturally, a huge hit. He did not even nap, but came back upstairs to roll his Hot Wheels down and around the loop-de-loop of the track in the kitchen.
Two o’clock brought another Atletico Madrid victory!
In the afternoon, everyone left for the aircraft field north of Saint Charles where Dad had been invited to an open house. It was a nice drive out in the middle of practically nowhere. Unfortunately, the event seemed to have been canceled. There were no cars in the lot. But they did see a small plane come in off the runway as Dad and the boys pointed out the F-15s and other aircraft presented upon the field.
It was a nice drive anyway, and with Mom playing toss-the-mini-squishy-soccer-ball-to-Joe-so-he-can-catch-it-in-his-teeth, OLeif bullying Rose and joking with Puck, etc., there was always some sort of amusement to go around.
It was also interesting to learn that…
“Did you know that everyone in our family is a member of the EAA?” Dad said, as they left the lot. “Experimental Aircraft Association. I bought the family membership.”
So back for the Sunday Little Caesar’s while everyone gathered together in the living room in the autumn grays and golds and subdued post-rain of the afternoon.
And to order AC STL inaugural year scarves for the four girls in anticipation of the upcoming game on Saturday.
“Death is not a succession of life; it is a part of the process of living.”
— via Steve Lucas