A Rare Saturday
With both boys bunking down for the night over at Swanson’s and Gloria’s, I was thinking to sleep in a little longer than 6:15 on a Saturday morning. 5:30AM; wide awake. No bananas. I also had a crik in my neck from watching the live auction over my shoulder instead of being smart and turning my chair around.
In the middle of cleaning up the house all morning, Oxbear took me out to breakfast. About the last time we had breakfast together – just the two of us – it was a granola bar at 4:30AM way down in Bogotá last summer.
Back home as we worked through stacks of “life”, I began to notice all the blue magic marker strokes on the yellow walls of the hallway. Some little artist had apparently been working on recreating the flag of his homeland. There were more blue streaks on the glass sliding door in the kitchen. How I don’t notice these things sooner sometimes… just off in my own world, I guess.
When the house was done, I finished off my peanut butter cup Ben & Jerry’s, wondering to myself just how soon I had to completely clean up my diet before they tested my cholesterol levels in June. When I asked Oxbear for his opinion on the matter, he just stared at me like I was a weirdo.
“Collette, you know they’re not going to look at your cholesterol numbers and say, ‘Hmmm… there’s a high concentration of Reeses peanut butter cups in this blood.’”
Although I have no doubt that there is.
When we finally got to the boys, Puck had almost completed his Lego Millennium Falcon, and was pretty proud of it. Then he discovered a mistake. “Give me an attorney! I built this wrong!”
Gloria made burgers, Ansel made guacamole, and my boys made plans to watch “The Jungle Book” at the movies later that night. Ansel, who had already watched it with Francis, determined that Mowgli was basically Yali.
On the drive home that evening, I mentioned to Oxbear how he should have taken Rose’s picture with the John Wayne cardboard cutout at the ranch last night; she likes John Wayne.
“John Wayne?” Puck piped up from the back seat. “Replace that with Bruce and you’ve got a deal!”
Puck’s Monthly What-do-You-Want-to-be-When-You-Grow-Up Status:
“A secret scientist underground. With a secret base underground. Small, but not too small. I’m not joking.”