The Stuff of Life
Friday, June 10, 2011
In which things happen…
Out the door to another day.
There was little of anything but busywork for six hours.
But Daisy-Jean knew how to keep the office staff motivated. Peanut M’nMs in their mailboxes.
Then Linnea-Irish was returned with the other junior high kids: blue Indian-Indian face paint, pen on the right leg, and tired enough to take a nap.
Back to the house where…
Mom and Dad had just left for a travel presentation in which they were to be awarded a free week-long cruise by a new travel agency…
Carrie-Bri and Puck had made Cinnamon Toast Crunch cookies…
Joined by Collette, Joe, Francis, and Linnea in Mom’s and Dad’s room to watch the old Kitts-Carrie-Eve plays. Rocking in laughter at the tale of the Raja.
And Puck had more questions. He was busy looking at a picture of outer space.
“What’s down there?” he asked.
“More stars,” Collette told him, realizing that he didn’t understand the context of Earth in space yet.
He looked at the picture again, carefully.
“What’s all the way down there?” he asked.
“Well, we don’t really know.”
“Did someone put a bunch of trash down there?”
Home again, finally.
Thunder.
Movie night.
OLeif was at a sort of beer fest by invitation of a work buddy, or as Puck put it…
“Look at this list of root beers, Mama!”
Joe was celebrating Wally’s 22nd birthday three days early over burgers.
Bing, Carrie (with the inside joke of ‘Earnest’ written in black clown make-up on her forehead), Magnus, and Rose attended the movie night.
The inevitable Cheez-Its and chocolate brownies.
“Don’t worry,” Carrie teased. “Rose didn’t make them. They’re safe.”
Cary Grant. Walk Don’t Run.
Nothing like quirky 60’s films. They laughed their way through it, rather incredulously.
“Well, that movie can go down as one never to watch again,” Bing laughed.
“This is one of the strangest movies I have ever seen,” was Magnus’ comment. “I just can’t even wrap my head around it.”
And the party was broken up by quarter till ten, Magnus mentioning something about ‘Rose and her cucumber brownies’, as the wind slammed in and the lightening flashed blue.
OLeif returned just shortly after the rain crashed.
“Got some adrenaline going there,” he said, with his OLeif-grin, as he peeled off the layers of padding. “Holy monkeys. I smell bad.”