The Medicals

Friday, June 11, 2010

Mom was home.

Back on the ranch, things were up. Things were down. Things were all around.

“I want some brownie,” Puck asked for the fourth time, eyeing the pile of Carrie-made chocolatey-caramel goodness under the glass bell.

“No brownie, Puck,” Collette told him.

“Yes, I can,” he insisted. “’Cause it’s Christmas time.”

Then Collette and Puck joined Mom and Francis at the barn to set up the movie night. On the way, Puck wore the top bubble dome of the popcorn popper over his face, pretending to be an astronaut in the ‘Milky Way’.

The winds were up. Violet storms boiled in the west. But nothing broke.

At one o’clock, Collette, as unlikely a skin cancer suspect as she was, visited the dermatologist. She was fine, thankfully. An end to the two weeks of waiting.

However, upon returning to the house, Snuggles, who had been devouring bunnies that morning, of which Collette had a bitter view herself, had left piles of ‘unmentionables’ all over the basement floor. After Collette discovered her laptop power cable sitting on top of one of these said piles, this being the final straw, she had had just about enough of the ‘stupid’ animals, and stormed up the stairs in a slight rage only to find that… Snuggles was just about to expire on the front porch.

When noted, Francis immediately wrapped up the dying animal in a cardboard box and hurried him off to the van, where Mom joined him to take off for the emergency animal hospital. Snuggles, being severely dehydrated, with something else terribly wrong with his insides, still unknown… would stay overnight at the hospital.

Then to the church for the movie night. Toy Story 2. And the turnout was dull, due to summer and heat and no A/C, and half the youth group returning from The Zone. However, Puck was there on the couch with his popcorn bag from Grandma Combs. OLeif joined them just in time, and there was a turnout of about 22. Mom passed out a box of homemade paper fans in bright colors. And the warm evening slowly turned cool as the gathering enjoyed the next two hours together in the barn.

Meanwhile, Collette was hoping the rain would stay off for another week or so. The only time of year that she desired it not to rain between the hours of, say, 6:00pm and 11:00pm. Except on Tuesdays when the Shakespeare Glen went ‘dark’.