Curly & More Storms
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
In which Curly is back in town…
The day began with allergens. Supposedly. With another huge mold count of 93,000 plus, who could say, really. But the headache spoke to the possibility.
Puck was up before six o’clock with his daddy and amused himself comfortably for awhile as Collette caught up on some lost sleep from the past several nights.
She then followed her current policy of the day in 20-10-30 fashion…
20 minutes: cleaning, cooking, organizing, etc.
10 minutes: typing, writing, etc.
30 minutes: Puck time (reading, learning, playing, etc.)
In continuous cycle.
Meanwhile, it was a day for reminiscence. The old days growing up at home. In a word… Andy Williams. Puck needed further introduction.
Into the afternoon…
Classical Conversations webinar.
A little academic counseling via texting.
John Piper, regarding death.
Watching the radar.
Creating template letter for use of logo requests.
After four o’clock, the skies began to change their tune. The sun was mostly hidden as another line of storms dipped in from the north.
And the poor old red thing was brought into the Honda dealership to diagnose its troubles.
Followed by a trip over to the Silverspooon’s in a loaner car to see Curly, who was back in town for a week where the grass-fed beef was packed in burger form on the grill, accompanied, to Puck’s agreement, by potato chips, and a bowl of sweet strawberries.
So while OLeif and Curly discussed music, as usual, Puck made his exit shortly later to the deck.
“Look what I discovered, Nana!” he declared, pointing to the floor.
“Oh, a dead bumble bee. Go get your magnifying glass to examine it.”
Puck did so quickly, after he made every other member of the family come out to observe his trinket.
“It’s dead,” he explained to each one.
“Good!” said Papa.
“You’re just kidding, Papa. You’re just kidding.”
Puck also made his first discovery of Canada Dry Cherry Pomegranate Seltzer Water, which he thought to be soda, without anything but sodium to represent its list of contents.
“This is gonna make me hyper!” he declared with a grin.
Then Curly gifted him a quarter. Puck’s eyes lit up as he tried to memorize that it was called a quarter and was worth twenty-five cents. Then Theodore gave him three more.
“Now you have one hundred cents,” Theodore told him.
Puck’s eyes grew big as he ran around telling everyone. On the way home…
“This buys three whole days!”
That night, they all exchanged warnings of the approaching storms, as first indicated by Joe. Even by 10:30, it seemed evident that, given its circular direction, they would likely be hit by the same storm, twice. The first of which would come in the early hours of the morning…
“…the fear of death produces a pervasive, lifelong bondage—even when we don’t realize it, fear is haunting our choices, making us cautious, wary, restrained, confined, narrow, tight, robbing us of risk and adventure and dreams for the sake of Christ and his kingdom and the cause of love in the world. Without our even knowing it, fear of death is a slave master binding us with invisible ropes, confining us to small, safe, innocuous, self-centered ways of life.”
— John Piper