About Time
I didn’t hear the rain in the night, or the thunder – sadly – but cars sloshing through puddle-filled streets behind closed curtains when I woke up. Puck was always excited about bad weather; that fun-filled family trait. He walked in, quiet enough, then flopped his whole body face-down on my back:
“Did you hear the thunder, Mom?! Isn’t that great?! Can’t we get off school today because it’s thundering and lightning?!”
A chip off the old blocks. Those old blocks being Joe and Rose back in the days of late junior high, early high school.
The conversation of Puck’s opinion regarding Carrie’s future marital status had returned at breakfast. Puck was indecisive on this vital decision that had apparently become his latest job. Sometimes we suggest names of celebrity status in certain fields, which Puck usually shoots down immediately:
“So why shouldn’t Sun marry that guy?” I asked him, as we prepared to wave El Oso down the street.
Puck looked at me with sly eyes. “Maybe at the end of the future! When people TURN INTO MONKEYS! BWAH HA HA HA HA HA HA!” His open-mouthed maniacal smile was almost frightening.
We’ll work on this.
Anyway, once that morning task had been completed, Puck finished bananas, introductory multiplication which went “asi-asi” (as our limited Spanish is now teaching us), and took in some stirring early spring winds under gray skies through the open window.
As Spring Training wrapped up in Florida, our own Missouri afternoon at Target sent us out with a stack of bubble wrap mailers and Swedish Fish. Always something on Thursday that can’t be done on Monday.
Puck swinging around the tree in the front yard, while Crackers watched protectively – or probably just jealously – from the windows. He brought me a tiny grape hyacinth from the yard; sweet boy. Then loudly yelled through the closed window for “ANOTHER SLICE OF BREAD!” This kid can pack it.
“Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2” made the cut for Thursday movie night. Puck laughed uproariously at strawberries with eyeballs while I washed up dishes and got a text from Carrie informing about tornado watches in nearby cities. The excitement of another season on the brink.
To almost conclude another busy month of eclectic dealings, Dad’s contract had been extended through another year, Joe and Jaya had almost settled on their Creve Coeur apartment, and I spent Thursday night feasting on Hershey’s treasures and baseball games.