03 NOV 25
While Oxbear is somewhere over Kansas that morning...
...Puck has joined his siblings' classes following a personal work-out to stir up the circus...
...as usual things get started simply by Patience chatting a thousand characters a minute... more at Puck than with him as his eyes once again begin to slowly glaze over...
A few minutes later... to the backdrop of flamenco guitar via Spotify... Puck is holding Patience's dance wig-donut hostage... “I'm going to cut this in half if you don't give me your money”...
...while Yali is laughing and falling around on the floor...
Puck then forgets about the donut to begin explaining how a grenade works to Yali while randomly checking things off my “to do” list and brushing what he later realizes is liquid band-aid all over Yali's math sheet...
...which of course only makes Yali laugh even harder...
...to which Puck clips off a slice of notebook paper with the scissors and begins blowing duck calls with it... this is his mic drop of the morning as he leaves for more Babybels...
...and an audience begging for more... as Yali shoves a set of KitKat bars up his nostrils in apparent protest at his departure...
Later as Oxbear lands in Denver...
...somehow we still successfully process classes that morning and by the time Yali is wrestling Patience into the floorboards over their vaguely lingering stashes of candy bars... “AND YOU SHALL EAT DUST... ALL THE DAYS... OF YOUR LIIIIIIIIFE!... HAHAHAHAHAHA!”....
...it's time for lunch... Yali gets busy building a quadruple layer turkey sandwich... but not before slamming a slice of bread up against the window to see if it sticks...
Associate Professor Puck has done his work well this morning...
The wildness tapers as enormous sandwiches are ingested... although there is a lot of pounding coming from the basement storage room before I scoot them outside in the middle afternoon... “Uh Yali... what was all that pounding going on downstairs?” // “Oh... uh nothing... nothing really....” // “Nothing?” // “Yeah nothing really...” // “What were you doing down there?” // “Oh... just pounding some nails into a baseball bat... bye!” **kitchen door slams behind him as he joins his sister outside to disturb the general peace of an otherwise calm and golden cool autumn afternoon**