Summer Moon

Monday, August 27, 2007

Another warm week. Plans were in the making for Joe’s and Linnea’s birthday parties over at the house. Collette helped. Rose, however, was more interested in reading The Diary of Anne Frank and getting rehauled by Carrie-Bri:

“She got me up to work out at 5:30 this morning,” she moaned.

“Did you drink your tea?” Carrie marched into the living room.

“Yeeees?” Rose replied tentatively.

“Good. Here’s another one.”

Carrie removed the empty cup and set down another one next to her.

“Oh!”

Rose wasn’t pleased and put her face in her hands.

“Don’t touch your face!” Carrie commanded. “Do you want your complexion to get better?”

Later, Carrie climbed to the roof. She soon returned.

“Too hot.”

She tried to get to her Arabic homework, but settled on reading aloud her Spanish instead.

“I’m only speaking Spanish tomorrow,” she announced.

Meanwhile it was well into the afternoon and everyone was gathered around the new I Love Lucy episodes with Puck sprawled on his blanket gaggling to himself while Joe did homework with the cats in the basement.

Dad came home from work as Collette and Puck readied to leave. Puck laughed at his grandpa who was eating pistachio nuts at the kitchen counter and catching up on everyone’s day.

OLeif came home from work and gave the sleepy Puck his dinner bottle. Then he attacked the front lawn. While unhealthy, it had shot up high from the rain over the weekend and was looking rather sorry. Then he convinced Collette to let him order pizza in celebration of their anniversary week. Collette finally gave in.

As Collette went out that warm evening to run an errand, the moon hung pale pink in the sky, like a great sugared rosy apple. Hazy summer would be around for another four weeks. By the time Mercy would be married, the coolness of autumn pumpkins and bonfires would have already arrived.