She Came on June 7th
Friday, June 8, 2007
“Ay, love bug,” Collette woke up the little sleeping Puck.
He squirmed and waited awhile before opening his blue eyes. He loved his sleeptime. Collette had actually caught him snoring on rare occasion.
In official good news of the day, Idlewild had, indeed, had her baby girl two days early. Anneliese Redcoat had been born Thursday, June 7th, at 3:30pm, weighing seven pounds and six ounces, 19½ inches long.
And on the global end of things, not only had Carrie already planned her and Eve’s itinerary for Australia (including bungee-jumping for herself and The Great Barrier Reef), but she had also just purchased tickets to Argentina for October. She and Elizabeth would be heading south, as well as to Uruguay. Carrie was quickly becoming a globe-trotter.
Rose quietly went through her studies for the day, including an amazing zero distractions from “the fat preacher toad” which was an all new record. Then she hit the road with mom to visit the insurance man in preparation for obtaining her number-one on her goal-list: her driver’s license.
That night, OLeif’s 23rd and Izzy’s 14th birthdays were celebrated at the Silverspoon’s over chicken, followed with dirt cake for dessert. During dinner, conversation turned to chickens, leftover chickens from the lab where So Rum and Wallace worked – flying chickens, half-burning chickens, and other chicken things…
Gifts were given. Izzy opened a box of Lego Mindstorm robotics. And OLeif was given a repaired mandolin and two new shirts.
And pictures were taken of the Puck while he was passed around from family member to family member. There were times he almost seemed to hungrily eye the mashed potatoes on his Nana’s plate.
Puck slept through the night again and spent the early part of the following morning snuggled next to his dad, smacking and making bubbles to himself. Then he made angry faces at the ceiling fan from his bouncy seat.
“No voice divine the storm allay’d,
No light propitious shone;
When, snatch’d from all effectual aid,
We perish’d, each alone;
But I beneath a rougher sea,
And whelmed in deeper gulphs than he.”
Cowper, “The Castaway” (1799), lines 61-66