8 Octobro
Sexta-feira, 8 Octobro, 2010
Collette’s morning began with the like-clockwork snuggle bug burying under the covers with her. He had also found her cell phone. Some place between dreams and wakefulness, Collette was aware that Puck was placing calls… fortunately to no one at all… He had also sent a text to Joe, which was nothing more than a cache-full of mumbo jumbo, but still, how he had figured out how to do it… Collette couldn’t quite figure…
The morning was at home. Puck was enthralled with the anticipation of devouring the multi-colored fruit roll-up that Joe had left for him.
“Is it squishy?” he asked.
After having finished the fruit roll-up, Puck put two wooden bowls together.
“Look, Mama! It’s a planet!”
Earlier at breakfast…
“Where is Daddy today, Puck? Did we lose him?”
“No. He’s at ‘Callbill’.”
“’Callbill’? Where is that?”
“Way up in the sky. No… He’s downtown.”
Next, Puck helped Collette with the wash.
“Do we need to put more sugar in that washing machine?” he asked.
Mid-morning, Collette and Puck gathered on the couch to talk to OLeif on video chat where OLeif put on an impromptu puppet show for Puck, which he greatly enjoyed.
And following lunch, it was out to the house, where the nutritionist had just left, Rose had just departed for Nashville with Magnus, Joe was about to leave with his mountain bike for Klondike Park, and Mom and the kids had just returned from setting up the barn for the movie night.
It was a long four hours of tutorage, and looking over future classes with Joe.
An invitation to a fall fête for Esther and her fiance arrived in the mail.
And, at Carrie’s request, Collette cut out another of her 24-inch dreads.
Meanwhile, Carrie-Bri was taking it slow, in that process of recuperating, after having been sick for the last nine to ten months or so… and was now on a grand total of 41 vitamins and supplements on a daily basis. It would be three months, she was told, before she would begin to feel better. Nothing like completely blowing out the adrenal system. But for any young woman who obtained a Bachelors and Masters in the space of two years, and traveled to nine countries over a period of eighteen months… well, that, compacted with a thousand other things… if that would do it, well, that would do it…
So she took it easy that afternoon, in her bright candy-pink striped top and electric turquoise pajama pants with black polka-dots, a hearken back to ten year-old Carrie days.
About fifteen minutes before it was time to leave, Linnea yelled out from the bathroom, “Who got into my make-up?”
Immediately, Puck replied, “I did!”
That night at the barn, it was The Ghost and Mr. Chicken. And not in the barn basement. Temperatures had cooled enough once again so that the viewing was on the super-sized screen (aka ‘white bed sheet’) in the upstairs loft.
Puck was to accompany.
The Rum family arrived where Mr. and Mrs. Rum showed off their tango moves in preparation for the dance class in the barn the following evening, as did Grandma Combs with her own signature dance moves… who had brought a box of donut holes to contribute. They were consumed almost immediately.
There were some good laughs — great old film. And it was starting to feel like the best month again… minus the upcoming highs in the 80’s for the weekend…