Weeks Keep Coming

Thursday, July 28, 2011
In which the random collections of life make up yet another Thursday…

During breakfast…
“Isn’t it a nice day to have eggs together, Mama? Wow. A thunderstorm almost came by and shook down on our… shed.”
But… there was no rain.
However, when Collette’s knee began acting up in the afternoon, she knew there was, at least, hope.
And on the way in, Puck saw something…
“Mama! There was a naked chicken sitting in that tree! Isn’t that silly? He fought [thought] it was the perfect place to build a nest, but it’s not, because he would plop down!”
Giggle, giggle.

At the office…
Daisy-Jean was back, and told of the wedding reception she had attended in Augusta for a 27 year-old fellow and his 20 year-old Russian wife, who had eloped after dating each other for three months… Or was it that they had only known each other for three months?…

Meanwhile, back on the ranch…
Puck had immediately made himself at home with a box of genuine Carrie-grade puppy chow. The human sort.
Linnea-Irish, who was at volleyball practice, would be leaving later for Harry Potter 3D with friends from church.
Rose had all the specs picked out for her Fiat: a sort of minty-pea color with Italian striping.
Mom and Carrie were putting together two elegant menus for Mom’s weekend activities: a Jane Austen book club tea party, and dinner and outdoor concert with Dad, Uncle Mo and Aunt Petunia, Grandma Combs, and a couple from church on Saturday evening.
And Puck had used his professional meat slicer from Grandma Combs for the first time. He was enthralled.

At dinner, Puck had thoughts…
“I’m very pleased with you, Mama. Very pleased.”

Later in the night, OLeif joining his Bible Buddies for pizza and beer in the city… Izzy dropped in for the camera, in plaid and bicycle shorts…
And Collette was bit by an ant, sorting through the papers and papers and papers…