The way Days Happen

Monday, July 25, 2011
In which a Monday is a Monday is a Monday is a…

Ant infestation.
A spare morsel of dinner trapped under the table leg had trumpeted in the ‘troops and troops of ants’, as Puck had put it. Fortunately, they were easily dispensed, and the morning continued, uneventfully.

Francis arrived at eleven for self-imposed: algebra, Boy Scouts, and Minecraft with Puck. In that order. Tacked on a few Hebrew Nationals for lunch as well.
A short time before 1:30, he departed for the rest of his day’s activities, that included attending a portion of the swim meet of a friend (which supposedly lasted till midnight) and visiting the dealership where Rose would test the Fiat 500. Mom and Joe would accompany. And, if Collette knew him, Dad as well.

For the afternoon hour…
Plunged through the endless writing projects.
Tossed out a three-pound bag of flour set to expire in August of 2012. Weevils. No matter; gluten reaped its own evils.
Found the two missing bars of unopened Dial soap. OLeif was happy.
Looked up possibilities of visiting the Grand Canyon in October, though highly doubtful…
Checked into further contract opportunities.
Bi-daily constitutional: half-hour walk through the house.
Puck enthralled with Wishbone trekking through the Earth’s core.

Sometime after Puck had gone to sleep, he yelled to her from the kitchen…
“Mama! I have no light to see. I can’t see — anything! I can’t see ‘glory to God’ on my picture!”
Then OLeif hit the mower.
Laundry and Mark Tucker from Saturday’s service at Memorial.

And the heat wave continued…

“This is the true joy of life: the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clot of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.”
— George Bernard Shaw