The Usual Chores

As per usual, mornings were always early, whether the parents were off to work or not. Being grandparents, Haruo and River got to enjoy the house all to themselves on the days that Braden and Greta had to go to work. The kids were in regular school and unfortunately had a bad habit starting of not getting their homework done. Well, that was going to change very quickly as Braden and Greta had been discussing enrolling them in military school. That would prove to be quite the eye-opener, but the kids were being given a chance to make sure that they did what they had to do in order to keep their grades up so that military school was considered a last option.

Of course, military school was at City Hall, and well, the instructor cadre was made up of reserve officers and enlisted of which Braden had met during the course of the day. It was certainly interesting that both regular and reserves met up but that was the way that the City Hall was structured - the base was in City Hall, and well, that was the way it was. Go figure.

River had to do some sales during the course of Saturday considering that she had a passel of paintings that had to be delivered to clients. Of course, the painting was paid on delivery. And that was par for the course for commissioned paintings. You didn't get paid until it was finished and delivered to the client. Considering most paintings didn't require travel and you didn't get to charge a day-rate in advance of completion.

Morning involved the usual stampede at breakfast. And well, it made for some interesting moments when Greta's meal was interrupted by an unwanted date call. Let's just say that if the caller wasn't fully awake before he called, he certainly was after Greta got through with him and not on a positive note either.

Haruo started trimming a topiary and Karina made some sugar cookies which smelled absolutely heavenly.

The early morning water-taxis made their wakes across the water.

Of course the pleasantness of the morning was shattered by the screams coming from the beehives. The bees were p-o'd. And poor Greta who was trying to help out her husband got the worst end of it. What did the Watcher say about ticking off bees?

After getting her cute heinie stung, poor Greta headed off, rather painfully, to Aleister's Elixirs where she sold off that honey. It was rather horrific honey, but well, they didn't have the space to put the honey where they would be able to get the bees all happy and cooperative. From now on, she resolved, Braden can get his tail-end stung; that she was going to stick to her computer.

Braden being a fighter-jock, decided that he was going to get himself a hot set of wheels. You know, the typical jet-jock-mobile; which was either a Corvette or a supercar. Luckily he knew a few people and was able to get his hands on what almost looked like a Lotus, but it looked hot and mean-looking driving down the road which was what he wanted. He'd flown a CF-188A Hornet in combat over Afghanistan dropping 2000lbrs on the Taliban in support of Coalition troops and well, he was more than capable of handling this beast that could do 0-100 in less than 3.4 seconds. That was nothing compared to his Hornet.

Evidently the Wainright section of their family had requested a commissioned painting from him, so Braden headed over to hand the painting over. Tawana Wainright was there to collect it from him, so they had a good conversation about, "How's the family?"