What's Happening
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
A brief, yet long, eight days later… new things were happening.
Included in the actual events and circumstances of life, there were the usual collective amusements of every day living:
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Puck, when asked how old he was, replied, ‘I’m 24!’
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When Dad’s Blackberry was buzzing and he wasn’t home, Mom said, ‘Oh, that’s just Dad’s Blueberry.’
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OLeif discovered that one of his new co-workers was one of the best friends of Iwo Pendergrass. Small world.
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Francis and Creole spent the better part of an hour bowling an old go-cart tire at high speeds at one another up and down the street on Wednesday, the seventh of April.
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Collette and Rose had built a small bonfire in the fire grate on Friday, the ninth, after hacking up the last of the fallen branches. There was nothing quite like the smell of wood smoke and the setting of an orange-rose sun on an early spring evening.
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Carrie completed a grueling four days of mid-terms and finished it by visiting an Indian pow-wow with Grewe at Wash-U.
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It was discovered that Francis and the youth group — due to the unfortunate circumstances in Mexico — would, instead, be traveling to Jamaica in June.
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Dad was in Iowa for another week for business.
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Puck could be seen, on Monday, the twelfth, marching around the yard in his aviator earphones and Donkey carried under one arm, with a bowl of roasted pecans in the other.
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The lilac was in full bloom, and there was a glass of it on the table for dinner the night of the thirteenth.
And the likely most anticipated news of the week yet to come: the arrival of Baby Rye.
And there was another volcanic eruption in Iceland. Underneath a glacier. Right on schedule…