Welcome to Armageddon
I could hear the boys in the kitchen. Yali was whining about something as he often did when life didn’t immediately cooperate with his every whim. No words, so just use tears.
“Yali! Stop whining!” Puck commanded. “I’m giving you a hug! You should be grateful.”
Yali stopped whining.
Yali spent most of our day at the Big House. The days were warm again, yellow sun, slow wind, beds of dry brown crunchy leaves. A little Indian Summer before the boot falls.
Meanwhile, Mom was gone most of the day. She had spent the night with Grandma, getting her reestablished at home, now that she had recovered from surgery. Tootsie was going to be one happy cat again.
Linnea-Irish, house-sitting with Thumper for a few weeks, dropped by in the late morning for a couple of hours. Eventually she packed up her ukulele to meet an old friend.
And after picking Mom up from Grandma’s, Carrie-Bri also returned, happy that there was no class on Friday. No 5:30 wake-up call.
Puck had one more tiny item to check off his book fair wish list that afternoon. A heavy Minecraft mushroom eraser/pencil sharpener. It’s been a spending kind of week, I guess. He proudly paid the two dollars and sixteen cents before returning to the hallway for Violet to hold Yali one more time. Yali obliged and even passed out a couple of waves here and there.
Meanwhile the Headmaster and I updated each other on our remorse over the Cardinals meeting the Cubs in post season for the first time, ever. Cardinals fans everywhere are consoling one another for this humiliation.
As a result, Podcast Episode 77 ended up being another angry rant against the Cubs down in Dad’s office, as we could have predicted.
When the boys were full of grilled cheese and steak/veg soup that night, the evening was turning cool again, and blue.
Oxbear was tired from late nights designing youth retreat gear that week. So after a little comedy and a few more chocolate chip cookies, we decided to call it a day.
Tomorrow? As The Cat would so later eloquently put it, welcome to Armageddon.