Tack on One More

That four-day weekend came at a good time, two weeks in to school. Puck was already awake crafting worlds by the time I got up around eight, catching up on a week of less-than-updated sleep.

The Silverspoon house had brought in barbecue from the man on the corner. Prior to its arrival, El Oso and Puck worked on pictures and stop-motion Legos on the counter. I heard something about drawing grilled cheeses under the ocean as I descended into the basement to watch the game. Both those boys have some wild imaginations.

With the game well handled by the 7th, Rose and Ricky stopped in for Ricky to practice the piano, trying to avoid a scolding at his Tuesday piano lesson. We left about fifteen minutes later for the Big House.

Linnea-Irish was rolled up in a ball on the couch in striped Jack Skeleton footy pajamas. After a long first four hours of work serving blizzards and burgers.

“Ready for algebra, Irish?”

Groan.

We sat around with Dad’s grilled burgers for dinner, no algebra accomplished. No, instead we discussed Irish’s future college plans while she sat at the counter in her footy pajamas. I think she settled on something between Victimology and Meteorology, provided no Oral Communication was involved. These things take time. She certainly wasn’t helping her case with the footy pajamas though.

“I wonder if I could wear this to work if I put a shirt over the top. They said I could wear black and white pants.”

I’m pretty sure she was kidding.

The drive home indicated rain. Nothing like that surprise growl of thunder pulling back up the driveway.

No night game and El Oso out at the movies with Theodore and Izzy = writing, Korean, blackberry Izze, and some pop-ups storms with downpour. I can handle that.

Adoption Status Estimate: Down: 5 yrs; To Go: 1 yr, 8 mos.