An Accidental Find

Puck relaxed at the breakfast table; clearly had questions for me.

“Who created Star Wars?”

“George Lucas.”

“Does he exist today?”

“Yes, he does.”

“I’ll bet Eddie would be honored to meet him. He loves Lego Star Wars.”

“Wouldn’t you be honored too?”

“Well … I don’t have anything in his honor… Like a poster or anything.”

Puck processed this dilemma which came at the cost of ignoring his oatmeal. Until Anna knocked on the door to play; then he shoveled it.

Gloria was in Texas with Kitts and family, so it was me and the boys at the Silverspoon residence for the afternoon. Of course, that didn’t matter so much. I spent the whole time in a cold basement with the television. And Carrie-Bri joined me for six innings.

During commercials, I caught up on the activity from the upstairs. Puck had taken a walk down to the nearest garage sale with Theodore and El Oso to rummage.

“He does love to browse,” I suggested to El Oso as we had passed two sales on the way in.

“I do not love to browse!” Puck declared, apparently taking the neutral statement as an insult.

He returned with a boxed kit of “exploding sand.”

Theodore had also found himself a little something in the form of a well-used violin dating in at 1749 by the label. Twenty bucks made him the owner, and of two ancient bows and a sort of rotted case that might have actually been even older. Appraisal to follow.

Anyway, when Carrie left in the 7th to join the rest of the family for Imo’s, Puck turned the basement into a gymnastics arena for the remainder of the game. Finally cut his lip on a metal chair. I hardly noticed; not because I was distracted by the game, mind. He just didn’t really mention it.

When he displayed the damage later, he said with confidence, “I must be a toughy. No blood.”

There was.