Another One
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Puck began his day by pulling himself up to his knees with aid from the printer in the office.
“I can’t understand,” she pulled at the hopeless mass. “I just sit at the computer and it’s getting worse.”
“Aaah!” Joe exclaimed. “It’s a spider!”
He referred not to the little creatures which occasionally tumbled out of her hair, but to the hair itself.
“I know, it’s like it’s having a party,” she sighed.
Puck liked Carrie’s hair at least as shown by his frequent yanking on the fuzzy dreadlocks.
“He’s so big!” Carrie said, holding up Puck around his chubby tummy.
Puck giggled as Joe fought for him from Carrie to whirl him around the room in a “helicopter ride”.
A fire burned in the wood stove. Snow had been falling that morning. Collette saw the clouds before it began to fall. Telltale gray. Snow clouds always looked the same.
It was Linnea’s turn next to hold the squirming baby. As she bounced him on her lap, Collette saw a pair of red lips drawn on Linnea’s foot.
“Linnea, what is that?”
“Lips,” Linnea giggled.
“Why?”
“Is it a good pair of lips?”
“It is…”
“I was practicing drawing lips.”
“There wasn’t any paper around?”
“Well, I draw better on my skin. There’s one on my knee too.”
Carrie was in the kitchen staring at five stacks of Arabic flashcards on the table.
“Wow, I’m worse than Sponge Bob about procrastinating about school. I’m sooooo bored.”
“Wanna watch ‘Top Gear’ with me, Carrie?” Joe asked, making a sandwich at the counter.
“Oh, don’t tempt me…”
“Yeah, Carrie,” Frances said from his math book, “go watch ‘Top Gear’ and be happy. Your favorite: Richard Simmons.”
“Richard Simmons!” Carrie laughed. “You mean Richard Hammond. Richard Simmons!”
By the time five o’clock had come around, Collete was ready for the day to end.