Come Back, Waters

Friday, July 13, 2012

Another potent headache for OLeif.
Collette decided to blame it on the weather.

So onward and upward.
Messes.
So many messes.
The utensil drawer was breaking.
OLeif called in with a delay report and alternate plan of action on the refinance timeline through the loan agent.
Crackers scratched up Puck’s arm – time to figure out how to shave talons.
Life.

Puck was working up a sneeze.
No go.
“I held it in,” he said, not quite disappointed. “It didn’t blow.”

Puck yanked off his band-aid from the cat-scratches.
“I’m going to put this in my band-aid collection,” he said.
Later, he changed his mind…
“Next time we go by a river and there are sharks, I will toss this in the river because there is a little blood in it.”
“You can’t throw garbage in the river, bud.”
“But, Mama. Sharks like blood. So… And there will be a huge mouf [mouth], and I don’t want that to happen,” he shook his head quickly back and forth in concern. “So I will toss it in its mouth.”
He was still busy examining his band-aid some time later, this time with the repaired magnifying glass.
“I think all the blood got soaked up,” he observed beside his plate.

OLeif returned as early as possible for a Friday night of fun with his buddy involving taquitos and “Puss in Boots”.
The radio crackled potently with the growl of thunder in the west.
And rain fell.