Bootstraps

Grooooan…

Anyways… it wasn’t the end. You wouldn’t think the weather agreed though. A rather weepy sort of morning. Which is fine by me. They were off to Boston anyway.

Puck dressed himself for the morning.

“MOM! WHERE IS MY OTHER RED SOCK!”

He walked out in red socks, red pants, red long-sleeved tee, and Cards tee. Ready for some kind of action from the six year-old perspective, one day early.

He also couldn’t stop singing…

“RIDE CAPTAIN RIDE for your ship and pride… Ride Captain RIDE for your ship and crew…”

And so forth.

Puck tore through a whole chicken-and-muenster quesadilla, red pepper, celery, and milk at lunch, listening to his latest favorite radio drama “The Cross of Cortez”, another Adventures in Odyssey installment, while I took in a couple chapters of Ramona under watch of a glass filled with the orange-yellow-coral shaded tulips with squeaky leaves.

As the drippy afternoon carried on – no day is long enough – we concluded our readings of the seashore and its ways.

“Well, Mom,” Puck explained the process of a pearl to me, “If you put a knife in to open it up, very carefully so it doesn’t hurt it, and then the oyster will chomp on the knife and you can pull with all your strength and take the pearl out.”

Bær put Puck in the shower after dinner where he continued his concert from throughout the day…

“RIDE CAPTAIN RIDE!…”

There were good hopes for the next day.