Back to Monday
Monday, April 25, 2011
In which the rain continues as appropriately expected, given the month of the year…
In the aftermath of it all…
The morning was spent playing with moon sand for Puck. Moon sand was basically brown sugar that wasn’t sticky.
Then Puck spoke to a cream and honey-colored cat on the other side of the glass door.
“Hi, kitty,” he said quietly with a smile. “You want to come in?”
Then came out the rainbow goldfish crackers. After awhile of this, Puck made his statement.
“I’m gettin’ a bad stomah-ache. I’ll have to stay in bed for a few days…”
Not long later, Puck was climbing in the front window, watching the rain fall and the elderly neighbors across the street complete mowing their front lawn.
“Aw,” said Puck. “Look at that little grandpa helping her.”
Puck already knew which things in life he thought were ‘so cute’. The influence of a handful of aunts.
Before lunch, Collette checked the radar. Something was cooking in Oklahoma, moving northeast.
“Is it raining in Africa?” Puck asked, coming over to sit on her lap, holding his red birthday balloon.
And Puck was inspecting the box which had housed his gifts from Grandma Combs. He thought aloud…
“It was so nice of Trooper to give me this box.”
“Trooper gave it to you?” Collette asked him.
“Yeah. He dropped it down from Heaven.”
The morning also included…
Family tree contacts with Uncle Mo and Mom’s cousin, Clancey, in California.
And hunting for OLeif’s missing wallet.
For the afternoon…
Puck’s new car seat arrived in the mail. Now that he was over forty pounds, he had graduated to a booster seat. He had chosen his own color: a shiny red.
The world outside had exploded in green.
Puck gave speeches from OLeif’s German-made black music stand and made calls to his daddy on a small stapler, sans staples.
OLeif returned from work for a little Minecraft with his big boy and then back out for groceries and to pick up a leather motorcycle jacket purchased from a friend at church.
He was looking, in Collette’s opinion, more and more like a mid-19th century theologian with his longer hair and his sizable beard, particularly so on Sunday in his black suit…
Into the evening.
MacArthur, Piper, Spurgeon.
Laundry, Glossary, Dripping Eaves.
And Collette was chagrined to find that she owed a nickel in library fines due to a misplaced to-do note.
Recently new cracks in the basement, puddling rain water. Collette had begun to blame all new-found cracks on the Earthquake of 2008…
Meanwhile…
Rose had begun her first day of work with Tapestry Solutions. The environment seemed promising. She shared an office with both the Systems and Network administrators. She would be receiving a smart phone. And she could wear jeans every day.
Boom goes the dynamite! Test owned!
– Joe Snicketts