Sub-day

Tuesday, September 27, 2011
In which the autumn days continue, just as they ought to be…

During breakfast, Puck stared thoughtfully out the window. Collette counted the seconds until the predicted questions came rolling out as a result of this contemplation…
“Do people put make-up on their eggs? No, that would be silly. That would taste terrible!”
“Do ants have lips? Ants like to eat make-up, don’t they?”
“Look, Mama. No ants today,” he said, pointing to the little plaster bumps on the kitchen wall by the table. “Only ant tombs. And volcanoes.”
During Puck’s 30th reading lesson, he was having trouble sitting still…
“What’s the problem, Puck? Why are you bouncing your foot?”
“I’m just moving for joy,” came the ready response.
As the morning’s activities and work progressed, ancestral research always dug up odd things… like the other Martha Hamilton in St. Louis (not Collette’s great-great-great-great-great grandmother) who was shot in the chest, October of 1923 at just 22 years of age. Married. Housewife. Homicide. Right down on 3214 Morgan Street. Made one wonder what happened, exactly…

In the afternoon, a Target Bittersweet Heather Boyfriend Sweater arrived in the mail for Collette. Call it an early birthday present to herself, which included an instruction sheet of ‘happy dance’ steps on the back of the purchase order. Purchases such as these were not exactly common, and after all, retrieving the mail was often the highlight of the day.
Funny how there was never a shortage of things to be done, even with only two boys to look after…

OLeif returned before just before five from work and class. It was time to use the Subway gift card from Aunt Galena. Two foot-long subs, juice for the boys, and two soft chocolate chip cookies for Collette. Quail Ridge just as a cool sunset slipped behind the woods.
Home for laundry, readings, and more season three of soon-to-be seven Youtube-d Wild at Heart with one of her favorites, Stephen Tompkinson, from good old BallyK.