The Usual

The presidential year was running just as usual, as they always went. Nothing new, nothing interesting, the same messages, the same promises and accusations. Collette was bored with it. The President of the United States would never have enough power to single-handedly change anything of significance. It was a collective effort, and Collette was tired of the self-promotion. There would be ups, there would be downs, as there had been since the beginning of the first established country, until the end of time. And blaming the troubles of the world on one party, one administration, one person – was beyond ridiculous.
It was a pretty typical day back at the ranch. Linnea was recovering well from a cold. Dad was heading back home from Iowa late in the afternoon. Lucia had spent the night with Carrie, so the two went out for breakfast that morning. Joe was at class, then work. Rose was becoming accustomed to working at Olga’s Kitchen, and had received good reviews from the manager.
Francis raced through mowing the lawn and finishing his math before Creole came over to work at the neighbor’s house.
Puck’s highlight of the day was spending time with his beloved “Lila” in the miniature tent which Francis had set up in the backyard. When Snuggles had been added to the mixture, it was a party inside.
Most days were predictable. Every once in awhile, something new and different happened. It was not one of those days.