When it Rains...
Well … somewhere in between recording and editing podcast episode #33 and Puck asking me trivia-style how many openings exist in the human body … the rest of life happened.
Mom and Dad returned from another “wonderful” weekend in Branson. In fact, as I told Mom that afternoon, I sometimes forget to ask her “how it went”, because we all know the answer will always be, “We just had such a great time!”
Carrie-Bri and Francis began their first four-hour evening class of twelve solid weeks of A&P (Airframe and Powerplant) out Florissant-way.
Joe and Rose contributed to the never-ending sibling group text, including photos of Stinkerbelle unsuccessfully stalking a loud birds’ nest on Rose’s balcony.
Linnea-Irish completed one of four final days working the Dairy Queen drive-through down the road. Freedom – perhaps maybe unwanted freedom – was just around the corner. I guess once you get used to a paycheck, it’s hard to let go.
And Puck claimed to have not eaten his lunch at school because he got “snot over everything”.
Meanwhile, it was warmer in the afternoon after all these cold mornings. Back at the Big House, Mom and I sat outside to chat for about twenty minutes while Puck explored the general outdoors, avoiding the bush-line this time that had coated his legs and torso with itchy bites last week.
Then at 4:57 during dinner, I received the unpleasant, yet expected, text from MLB:
“Cardinals RHP Adam Wainwright out 9-12 months with torn left Achilles.”
Poor old boy. With this sobering news for one of many St. Louis heroes, I finished my sausage-tortellini soup and packed Puck up to return home for the evening.
A Monday night meeting with Oxbear – we try to keep tabs on each other’s schedules if at all possible, publishing my ebook on Amazon, and a “hard luck” loss for the Cards down at Busch. Meanwhile Puck was snoring soundly for hours, oblivious to the general disappointment of the city around him. Because when you’re eight, sometimes the only real disappointment of the day is coating your lunch in snot.