Ch. 210; Vol. 10
We tried to start our dig again this morning – gray and cool – petrified chunks of clay-dirt, signs of buried civilization. But even with mosquito wristbands and repellant, it wouldn’t do. Clouds of blood-sucking pests poked our skin.
“Sorry about that, bud.”
“That’s ok, Mom,” Puck assured me as he hauled out papers to sort, and more Garfield.
“At least you got to dig in all that dirt at church last night, right?”
I don’t really know why it was there.
But when you dump a large pile of fresh dirt on the ground at an outdoor ice cream social where the guest list is 25% Kindergarten – 2nd Grade, what do you think’s going to happen?
Puck was up past his Chucks and trousers in compact-able dirt, wood stakes, and artifacts.
He didn’t even care about the ice cream, or strawberry syrup, or lemonade…
And Louis found a toad.
Then Puck yanked out two very old rusted things – a hook and long fat nail…
“IT’S A KEY!”
“IT’S A ROBOT!”
“IT’S A FOSSIL!”
“IT’S A SCREW!”
“IT’S A ROBOT FOSSIL!”
Everyone has an opinion.
Puck left the orange-rusted question mark hook in my possession…
“Mom! I thought it was a ‘hmmm’ sign for a minute!” he laughed at himself.
This was about an hour after Puck had been sailing his solar powered black tube balloon – from Mom and Carrie – in the mild afternoon sunshine at The Big House.
Does this kid have a care at all?
Since the cat tent was off limits until mosquito country died…
In the U.S. Postal Service: Boxed Cat Leash.
Tomato Red.
Crackers was terrified.
We made it down the street just once…
…carrying her the whole way.
“Why can’t I go down in that hole, Mom?”
I couldn’t believe I was actually explaining to my son why he couldn’t explore the sewers.
Fortunately, an indoor Smithsonian rock dig, Adventures in the Book of Virtues, and a warm bath where he didgeridoo-ed the bubbles with a plastic bag roll… distracted him from hunting the tasteless underground.
Vietnamese sandwiches: Hawai’ian sweet rolls layered with pork, sliced cucumber, fresh lime juice, a little mayo, salt and pepper, and chili sauce. Except that The Bear had read “chili sauce” as… “canned chili”… Oh well…
He was busy out coffee-ing with Ben-Hur, Rose, Mollie, Joe, and Jaya anyway.
Some reunions still last.
A light rain fell in the evening.
