Two Shots Left
Perhaps indicative of my lingering feelings from Friday night, I dreamt through a New York City earthquake about three hundred stories up high in a skyscraper of flats. Why New York, I can’t say.
The reality of a subtly tweeting morning bird eventually lulled me out of it.
“I’m going to squish that bird,” The Bear groaned half-unconscious.
Meanwhile, I was still upset enough about the woeful game to consume all the crunchy ruby sweet potato chips at nine o’clock prior to departure.
I was not feeling angelic today. And maybe a little less Presbyterian than usual to boot. Call me a weirdo, but I really wanted Carlos to get that ring, and nothing was supposed to stop him from getting it.
Puck got to play with actual live kids at the park today. I’m going to have to fix this anti-social predicament at some point in my life; or maybe at least gloss it over with some convincing paint in the shade of “I like talking to other moms about math curriculum and the price of green beans this week”. I was in no mood for practicality.
“Did you miss me, buddy? I missed you.”
I knew I was already asking for trouble with that kind of question.
“Well…” Puck kicked back, thoughtfully, on the swing. “I thought about Dad… but… I forgot to think about you.”
I guess honesty trumps gooshy feelings.
Denise bribed Puck to accompany us on afternoon errands with promise of washable magic markers. She would be visiting in San Jose on business that week, and was wrapping up loose ends, including the continued hunt for furniture to complete the house. While we hung out at one consignment shop, Puck loaded up on complimentary cheese, crackers, salami, the vegetable tray, and even a stuffed jack ‘o lantern. Fortunately, they seemed impressed with his manners, which is not always an easy practice to monitor in public.
Meanwhile, The Bear took opportunity in our absence to treat Theodore for his birthday – cigar and whiskey.
Gloria rewarded our march through antiques with breakfast for dinner, which is always a winner. Farm fresh eggs, bacon, and biscuits with blueberry preserves which The Bear in particular raved over.
Still, I was feeling tired by the early evening. So much pressure-cooked adrenaline. God help me in the post-season.