Softball & Chocolate Peanut Butter Eggs
Saturday, May 21, 2011
In which the end of the world is suggested as having come to an end…
Cherry and Linnea-Irish were off to North Carolina with the Ryes that morning with a stop-over-the-night in Kentucky with the Popples on the way.
Some folks thought the world was going to end at six o’clock that evening.
When Puck was asked for his opinion regarding this idea…
“I don’t want to go up in an elevator to Heaven today.”
And an attempt was made to bring back OLeif’s bike before the rain would strike up again, which was successful. Apparently he had been out of fuel after all. They filled up at the fuel station where a woman in a dark blue Renaissance gown and cream-colored peasant top drove off in a charcoal gray Corsica.
Back home for OLeif to dig the first two hours into Christ PCA’s website before mowing the lawn. A stop for the occasional puff-ball or cicada shell… The back yard was cascades of honeysuckle, an immediate sweetness when the back windows were opened.
Puck and Collette attended Dad’s softball game, another double-header, at eleven o’clock. Puck and his little buddy, Marilyn, compared the color of their teeth (Marilyn had been drinking blue Gatorade) and walked the bleachers together and seemed little interested in watching Dad and Uncle Francis at the plate. They hit everything tossed to them, and Dad made it home on an RBI at the end of the game. Not to mention his diving triple roll, which caused minor injury. And Babe Ruth pulling a hamstring in the second game…
Drive home to fix lunch, past the lime green pawn shop with an electric wheelchair featured on the sidewalk.
Out to the house at 3:30 — the highway by the Research Park paved like flour mixed with cinnamon — on intentions to accompany Carrie-Bri and Rose to church. A drive past the middle school where “I (Heart) Bianca” was still pressed into the chain link fence by the ball field in red plastic cups, although somewhat less resembling the original phrase…
But the evening was not suited to Carrie’s recovery process, and so they made alternative plans, returning to the house, while they discussed the effects of electromagnetic pulses on the human body, the ‘feelings’ of plants, the ability of salamanders to regrow appendages as a result of such electric systems, etc. And of Francis’ experience at the spring formal.
“He even let me scrub his face and put turmeric on it, and black soap,” Carrie and Rose had told Collette. “And he waited for Rose to go find him a skinny black tie at Kohl’s.”
And when Collette had asked Francis about his evening…
“I felt like an uncoordinated buffoon.”
Fifty year-old inside a sixteen year-old body. That was Francis.
So the evening ended with chocolate peanut butter eggs, Carrie-style, and two hours of ‘plots’, plans, and thoughts on the world with the black blob of Earnest, a quick look at the Cardinal’s schedule, while Mom, Dad, and Francis attended Eric Lass’ graduation party for the bulk of the evening. They returned for Dad and Francis to watch Kingdom of Heaven.
Back home for catch-up on typing and IM with Joe while OLeif put on Tron: Legacy, staring an Irish-American woman who married the Italian son of a Papal prince born in Thailand, eloped in a bus at 19, won a pancake-eating contest in Australia, and was to play in a film that year about an adopted girl who enters a butter-carving contest in the Midwest entitled Butter. And loaded up the nachos. Some nights… vegetation.