You Know You Love It
Friday, March 30, 2012
Nothing like using up a personal day to buy a car. And then another to write a sermon. Followed by a Saturday to finish writing the same sermon.
Ho hum.
That was life.
OLeif came out briefly in the mid-morning to check on things. He got busy erasing part of the white board in the kitchen while he told Puck the story of The Boy Who Cried Wolf. Puck, alarmed that his red dry erase marker squiggles would also be erased…
“Dad! Dad! Don’t erase my scribbles on the board! ‘Cause that’s my contradation [contribution]!”
Puck laughed through all the Cardinals commercials with Fredbird before concluding his reading lesson and traipsing outdoors. Collette transplanted a patch of ivy. They watched roly-polies curl into balls and ants carry their dead ant brothers across the driveway.
An impromptu sack race in the living room after lunch.
By the middle afternoon, Puck was ready to spend the night with Gloria. It had been a few weeks, so OLeif – happy to impart a break from the screen – deposited the eager young man at the Elder Silverspoon abode, hitting the post office on the way home.
With an hour or more of solitude at hand, Collette pushed into her next 600-paged project.
The afternoon was warm – in the low 80’s – and graying over.
OLeif and Collette enjoyed dinner, discussing Mormonism and Jehovah’s Witnesses.
Analyzed the sermon.
It was sort of a techno day.
Considering that Rose was selecting the film that nice, Italian ices were in order. And ruffly potato chips with French onion dip. She was the first to march in, followed closely behind by Joe, Wally, and Lolli – with packages of cookies and a 2 liter of root beer – who had all replaced Magnus for the evening.
Vanity Fair was put to screen, which called for a moderate amount of soldiers in screaming red uniforms and black boots up to the knees…
“I’m pretty sure if they changed the uniforms back to that, the army would be much more popular now,” Rose suggested. “Why is she tickling his face with that flower?”
“It’s called flirting,” Collette explained.
“I’m going to try that,” Rose grinned.
“Yeah, except you would use a venus flytrap,” Joe laughed.
Rose agreed…
“Be mine! Poke.”
These exhibitions of soldiery grandeur also included the shoulder fringe and tassels…
“Check out my shoulder mop,” Joe said. “Do you like the brooms on my shoulders?”
Something about not becoming entangled with a soldier and his flattering lashes…
“You mean my cat o’ nine tails?” Joe interrupted.
Something about not having indoor privies, which led Joe to mistakenly suggest they be installed in the ceiling…
“My architect recommended it,” Joe explained. “He said I should trust him.”
“It’s the latest in France,” OLeif added.
Rose saw a creature that she wanted…
“I want a wolf dog like that,” she announced.
“Rose, it would inhale your cat,” Joe argued.
“What are they doing now?”
“They’re going to see Dr. Doolittle on ice,” OLeif replied.
[You know I’d do anything for you.] The lead gentleman swooned over his girl…
“Die for me!” Joe squawked.
About the time that Rose suggested the Parisian pink wigs were for breast cancer awareness, things were really beginning to fall apart.
[One which I regret very much.]
“Not becoming a clown, professionally.”
[If you should wake and find me dead…]
“Oh, I thought he was going to rhyme it – If you should wake and find me dead, bake yourself a loaf of bread.”
As the secondary male role leaned over his writing desk tented under the Indian sun to the mysterious rings of exotic music, his long hair blowing in the wind…
“Wow! Are they trying to shoot a cologne commercial or something?”
“Ha ha, yeah! Bombay – by Calvin Klein,” OLeif added in his best gravely movie-radio voice.
Something about Joe just going to get a mail order bride…
A lot of, “O, snap!”s.
“I want one million Oreos!”
“That guy would definitely be a Goth.”
“Those two would be ravers.”
“’But, Dad! She doesn’t even like The White Stripes!’”
“Hey, how did they get bass back then?”
“They poked a cow,” Rose replied.
Everything reached the pinnacle when Wally stared unbelievingly…
“This movie is like Anne of Green Gables… in France.”