This morning I heard some bad news from my friend, Glenn, who works with the Daingerfield Fire Dept. That boy is forever giving me bad news. It is a dang good thing I think so highly of him or else I don't think we could be friends still. Anyway. He sent me a text message that said that Clifford had gotten burned. My mom sent me one that said that Clifford had gotten melted. I didn't know what that meant so I asked what did that mean. My mom called and told me that my brother had it while they were out of town and last night his neighbor's house burned down (don't worry the neighbor and her dog were not in the house. Though I can't say I would be too hurt if Prissy the dog had gotten caught in it. Only sad for Ms. Carpenter. Is that awful to say? It is, isn't it?) and Clifford got caught in the crossfire. Or crossheat. Clifford melted. Melted. All of the plastic bodywork is just melted. Tail-lights, part of the bumper, and even some stuff on the inside of the because one of the windows was cracked open. It's been a hard morning.
But like I said yesterday, there are people here taking care of me. Jayna made waffles that were amazing and banana smoothies. She even provided a berry syrup that had raspberries, blueberries, and mulberries - all of my favorites! Which I think is a little funny. Those are all somewhat obscure berries, but they are my favorites! So delicious breakfast helped.
And I have also talked to a lot of people from back home this morning because they all knew Clifford and I needed to talk to someone about it. Well, complain to someone about it, more like. Call it whatever, but it was nice to talk to people from home.
Anyhow.
Last night, Jayna and I took cupcakes to some of the boys at Somerset, and one of the boys gave us back banana bread and it might be the best banana bread I have ever eaten. Sorry, mom. I took a plate to the unwooable boy, not that it will do any good, but what else can I do. I am stuck on him. It's lame. But I continue to try my wooing wiles even though I know it availeth naught. Oh well.
Until next post.
Adieu.
This is the first I've ever heard of Dad's red truck being called "Clifford". I suppose that's just evidence that I talk to Mom more than I talk to the super busy college freshman.
ReplyDeleteAnd I take issue with the idea that raspberries, blueberries and mulberries are obscure. Every child learns in infancy to blow "raspberries" on the exposed skin of tummies. Surely no obscure berry would have been given the honor of such a universally enjoyed experience. And who doesn't know the classic nursery rhyme "Here we go round the mulberry bush"? And you can buy Otis Splunkenwhatever blueberry muffins in vending machines all over the country (not that they hold a candle to the flavor and texture of real blueberry muffins even as they outstrip them in fat and sugar content).
That said, I'm excited you have a blog. I'll peek in from time to time.