Tornadic Tradition

A fast morning of bookwork led Puck and myself to the library to pick up Movie Night’s feature presentation of the evening – Night of the Twisters – after chatting briefly with one of the librarians about our respective tickets to the games next week. It really is a small-town-big-city feel around here; the right mix.

Didn’t take Puck long to establish a blanket fort under the dining room table at the Big House. He insisted that he wanted to sleep inside it for the night. This was after he had modeled his wedding suit for the ladies:

“I would like white gloves to go with it,” he mused an hour later, still wearing the suit.

“Irish, come put your lunch dishes away,” Mom called down the hall to her.

Puck sort of shrugged to himself and gathered the empty bowl of bean dip. “Well, I guess since I’m still in my butler suit, I’ll do it for her.”

Mom and Dad picked up a couple of McDonald’s sacks for dinner while Puck flipped on “The Incredibles” for his own movie night, Dad and Puck laughing hard over the same Incredibles jokes and funny things. Fish sandwich for me, one of the few things I’ve ever ordered from this aging establishment. Except that now, unlike when I was 19 and under, I don’t scrape off the tartar sauce with the unwanted soggy French fries. Carrie and I prepared to leave for the evening; she walked out with a roll of socks:

“Adel, Carrie just took some of your socks,” Dad tattled on her.

I don’t know why all the kids have a habit of borrowing Mom’s and Dad’s socks; but it still continues to this day.

Rose had raspberry/blackberry cobbler-pie ready to go at the apartment, not homemade this time, but one of her favorites. That, and frozen beet pops and sweet potato pops; no one else was biting. And of course, Night of the Twisters, once our slightly larger gathering of nine persons was present, including El Oso, myself, Carrie, Joe, Jaya, Rose, Ricky, Magnus, and Cassidy. Night of the Twisters: our favorite made-by-Canadians-made-for-TV-movie-about-tornadoes-in-the-90’s movie. A film from which we drew an abnormal amount of quotes throughout the years. Classic.

And you never know what you’ll learn at a movie night. I guess this time it was Rose enlightening all of us that the water that comes out of her eyes if she gets injured is definitely not tears:

“It’s just my brain putting water out of my eyes.”