5 Octobro
5 Octobro, 2010
The little dude had kept Collette awake from 1:50 in the morning until 3:30 or later. She knew something was up when he had been awake before ten o’clock that night, even though mildly awake, mumbling something about wanting ‘baby books’ and Donkey. And though he had fallen asleep immediately again, it was apparent that something was disturbing his sleep. And so at 1:50, it was no surprise that Collette heard him calling from his room…
“Mama! My leg hurts!”
Growing pains. A glass of water and two seven-minute Little Bear episodes later, he seemed to have mostly forgotten about the leg, but not enough so that he could fall asleep right away, not until nearly two hours later.
That morning was the essential robin’s egg blue of the sky. Not a single cloud. But it was still chill. Collette bundled up Puck in his track pants, over-sized gray sweatshirt, chucks, Ireland jacket, and Nordic hat. He also took his little black treasure bag in which he stored mostly acorns, and a black and white feather which he at first thought was alive because it was stuck in the ground and fluttered in the breeze.
As they passed the bright yellow Caribbean house, they were followed for a short while by a mournfully mewing disheveled black cat, who then disappeared at the Hansel and Gretyl house.
Meanwhile… Puck was happily listening to Mr. Rogers soundtracks for the entire morning and afternoon. It seemed to be his new favorite.
And at some point in the morning, the little Rye family had arrived in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia — which was eight hours ahead of Saint Louis — where they would be stationed for the next week.
In the afternoon, Puck was intrigued with OLeif’s game of mah-jongg and stuffing himself with raisins.
That evening, Collette lit Puck’s little orange jack ‘o lantern-lantern after he had half-enjoyed another bubble bath and watched Mr. Rogers present a visit to the construction paper factory.
The usual jog, preparation of chicken and bean and pepper salad in wheat and flax pita… Sometimes there was little at all unusual to cut up the days. Particularly on Mondays and Tuesdays.
OLeif had no class that evening. So he returned home late from work after picking up apple cider vinegar at Whole Foods, his one hundred percent cure-all for any sore throat when drunk straight in the form of several tablespoons.
The day ended with another John MacArthur heaven sermon, bright watercolors, Yul Brynner via Netflix in Solomon and Sheba, and cheese crackers. And a couple of hours of OLeif and Joe guffawing through Comedy Central.
And that was, essentially, their October Tuesday.
What one might need to survive upon a deserted tropical island, according to Beatrix Potter…
“Shoes, sealing wax, a knife, an armchair, fishing tackle, a straw hat, a saw, fly papers, a potato pot, a telescope, a kettle, a compass, a hammer, a barrel of flour, another of meal, a keg of fresh water, a tumbler, a teapot, nails, a bucket, a screwdriver…”
— The Tale of Little Pig Robinson
The little dude had kept Collette awake from 1:50 in the morning until 3:30 or later. She knew something was up when he had been awake before ten o’clock that night, even though mildly awake, mumbling something about wanting ‘baby books’ and Donkey. And though he had fallen asleep immediately again, it was apparent that something was disturbing his sleep. And so at 1:50, it was no surprise that Collette heard him calling from his room…
“Mama! My leg hurts!”
Growing pains. A glass of water and two seven-minute Little Bear episodes later, he seemed to have mostly forgotten about the leg, but not enough so that he could fall asleep right away, not until nearly two hours later.
That morning was the essential robin’s egg blue of the sky. Not a single cloud. But it was still chill. Collette bundled up Puck in his track pants, over-sized gray sweatshirt, chucks, Ireland jacket, and Nordic hat. He also took his little black treasure bag in which he stored mostly acorns, and a black and white feather which he at first thought was alive because it was stuck in the ground and fluttered in the breeze.
As they passed the bright yellow Caribbean house, they were followed for a short while by a mournfully mewing disheveled black cat, who then disappeared at the Hansel and Gretyl house.
Meanwhile… Puck was happily listening to Mr. Rogers soundtracks for the entire morning and afternoon. It seemed to be his new favorite.
And at some point in the morning, the little Rye family had arrived in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia — which was eight hours ahead of Saint Louis — where they would be stationed for the next week.
In the afternoon, Puck was intrigued with OLeif’s game of mah-jongg and stuffing himself with raisins.
That evening, Collette lit Puck’s little orange jack ‘o lantern-lantern after he had half-enjoyed another bubble bath and watched Mr. Rogers present a visit to the construction paper factory.
The usual jog, preparation of chicken and bean and pepper salad in wheat and flax pita… Sometimes there was little at all unusual to cut up the days. Particularly on Mondays and Tuesdays.
OLeif had no class that evening. So he returned home late from work after picking up apple cider vinegar at Whole Foods, his one hundred percent cure-all for any sore throat when drunk straight in the form of several tablespoons.
The day ended with another John MacArthur heaven sermon, bright watercolors, Yul Brynner via Netflix in Solomon and Sheba, and cheese crackers. And a couple of hours of OLeif and Joe guffawing through Comedy Central.
And that was, essentially, their October Tuesday.
What one might need to survive upon a deserted tropical island, according to Beatrix Potter…
“Shoes, sealing wax, a knife, an armchair, fishing tackle, a straw hat, a saw, fly papers, a potato pot, a telescope, a kettle, a compass, a hammer, a barrel of flour, another of meal, a keg of fresh water, a tumbler, a teapot, nails, a bucket, a screwdriver…”
— The Tale of Little Pig Robinson