"Adjustments"
Monday, July 2, 2012
“I am the fadder [father] human! I am responsibility to find your kitten for you. But. You must be patience.”
6:33 and Floozie had woken the house with constant meows of despair. Apparently someone wasn’t so great at keeping track of her kid. Puck was doing everything in his power to console her, despite getting a bite on the finger when he didn’t move fast enough. Meanwhile, Crackers got busy tangling the cords from the shade in the kitchen window.
Yes, animals had invaded.
Nothing like cat hair everywhere.
Blug.
Temperatures were not as bold that morning.
After Puck had cuddled Crackers into another nap on the couch, he organized his rock towers once again on the porch while Collette listed the morning through reading lessons, laundry, and Spanish – Monday’s load. When Collette called him inside, Puck brought back his handful of seashells…
“I’m putting ants in them,” he said.
Burritos for lunch, one of Puck’s least-favorite edible items, so Collette offered him an alternative.
He was a new man, Puck. The responsibility of supervising his own small charge had instigated chicken set on doll’s dishes – a once-Linnea possession – for a new feline dining experience.
Before Francis arrived for an algebra session after pulling the “favorit [yes, “favorit”] brother” card with a “Thanks sissy”, Puck could be heard from his room conversing with Crackers…
“Hmmm. Let me measure you,” he said, pulling out the disembodied leg of an old tripod. “Hmmm… Not so good.”
Francis walked through the door with a homemade “sparkler bomb”.
Thank-you-OLeif.
“How many are in here?” Collette asked skeptically.
“A couple hundred, I guess.”
No.
Fortunately, Francis understood the illegality of the situation. But Collette was still envisioning a scene out of “Malcolm in the Middle” as Francis explained it to Puck…
“Yeah, we can’t set it off. It might break your windows…”
Why make it at all, then, you may ask?
Because he was a boy.
Explanation made.
Crack-rumble…
Thunder had returned.
Deluge, whipping winds!
Oh, yes.
And on it went for a couple of hours into the evening as Francis worked through a bowl of vanilla bean ice cream and three lessons of algebra.
Finally.
“Oh. Baby,” Puck cooed, cuddling Crackers.
He couldn’t get enough of that kitten.
Shortly later, while Puck was bouncing around, he reviewed with his mama what he anticipated his future role to be in life…
“I want to be at every game in the world, and every doctor in the world. I want to do everything!”
OLeif raked in a collection of NVI (NVI) Spanish Bible on audio CD from the library, tea tree oil, and…
“Want some fancy food?” he asked Collette.
“Crab rangoon?”
“YES”
This included wantons stuffed with something that reminded Collette of a potpourri bowl around the holidays…