Cray Cray

Some days you get the truck thrown at you. Nothing bad or anything. Just an extra case of the “busies”, those days where 6:15 to 6:15 is just one big heap of “to do”.

By noon I found myself in that familiar spot, deep in lists of what had to get done in the next three days. I was also back at the dentist, catching up with my friendly dental hygienist of six years about the company cruise to Mexico, her new boyfriend, the new office being built in July with windows and a fireplace… After she pasted on a coat of melon-flavored fluoride, my visit was complete.

When I left to pick up my Puck two hours later – windows open to that small field of purple crocus and promising spring breezes, Crackers attentively standing sentry – my schedule was just a little more booked after a stream of calls and emails between the printer account executive, printer credit manager, publisher, dental receptionist, physician call center, social worker, Colombian program director, Puck’s second grade teacher, and school administrative assistant.

Let’s just say that’s more “socializing” than Collette Snicketts Silverspooon is used to handling in the space of seven hours.

Back home, Puck tore outside into afternoon sunshine and spring-ness with neighbor friends. He even found a perfectly good used and abandoned plastic sword in our yard which he confiscated for “pretend”.

An hour later I brought him in for dinner. During homemade pizza and a movie, one of the moms from school called to set up a playdate for tomorrow afternoon with her son after “Shakespeare Spirit Day” at school. I would be “monitoring the kiddos”, as Mr. V put it, during the 50 minute presentation of “The Two Gentlemen of Verona” in the gym.

Oxbear pulled up the driveway at 9:00 with a few last-minute Spring Training packing list items for yours truly (including Pilot G-2 05 Extra Fine ink cartridges; can never have enough ink cartridges) following a goodbye-party for three employees at work.

Busy bees.

Crackers certainly wasn’t busy though. She had all the time in the world, spooking herself into Halloween-cat stances, napping on my open Moleskines, and generally being skittish and/or lazy.