Uncle Jesus
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
In which Collette realizes that she has a very unexpected great-great-great-great-etc uncle…
First item of the day was Puck’s dental appointment at eight o’clock. He had been looking forward to the event: the little vacuum straw that he could hold, wearing sunnies under the bright light, looking at pictures of his teeth…
Dental report:
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chocolate toothpaste
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mint fluoride treatment
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‘awesome patient’ congratulations
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missing permanent teeth, at least two
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goodie bag and picks from the treasure chest
Meanwhile…
Rose had an interview with another head hunting agency.
Francis reported on how a girl at choir had been hit in the nose with a frisbee at choir and hurt somewhat badly.
“The grass was stained with blood,” he said.
Grandma Combs had bought a pair of swirled blue and silver glass earrings for Linnea at the circus.
She had also been given an electronic Sudoku game from OLeif.
Puck was guzzling the diet raspberry iced tea. No caffeine.
And before the ten o’clock hour, a matter of oddness dawned on Collette.
“Jesus must be our great-great-great-great-etc uncle,” she said.
Silence for a few moments.
Then Linnea giggled.
“Uncle Jesus?”
“Yes…” Collette replied, checking her genealogy document. “He’s about our 70th great uncle.”
When Rose returned from her interview to discuss Izzy’s pirate captain midget costume with Carrie, and then a later visit in the week to Goodwill to look for necessary additions.
And Puck was trying to climb on Trooper’s back to ride him like a horse.
Later in the afternoon…
Rose took Puck out on the front porch with a roll of blankets where they hung out for awhile.
And Collette began algebra with Linnea-Irish, who already had two bottles of dark blue and light blue stencil paint with brush and paper on the table.
“No, Linnea, you are not painting the graph today.”
For the evening…
Collette had been feeling poorly lately and was experiencing a racing heart in the mornings, so it was off to see the Silverspoon’s and Carrie’s nutritionalist.
Carrie was doing well.
Collette was confirmed that she did, indeed, have a thyroid issue. Repairs began immediately.
Roast beef on the way back to church where…
Francis had taken Collette’s place that evening to help supervise thirteen three and four year-olds who were spread out on blankets on the foyer floor with paper baskets of crescent rolls (loaves) and goldfish crackers (fish), and Starburst.
Meanwhile, OLeif had pulled another fourteen-hour day at work with Chet Danger.