December 11
Saturday, December 11, 2010
The day started with rain. Just how Collette liked it. And quite cold.
OLeif told about the comedian he had seen the previous night, Todd Barry, from Comedy Central Presents and various films. At one point, Todd Barry had looked down at OLeif in the front row and asked…
“So, did you get your flu shot yet?”
“No,” OLeif replied.
“Why not?”
“I’m just lazy, I guess.”
Todd Barry liked that answer.
First that morning, shopping, for Christmas gifts for Puck’s Sunday School teachers: cinnamon Yankee candles and Ferrero Rocher truffles, modeling clay and markers to draw on the windows for Luke and Leia, and Sharpie pens (out of which Collette was endlessly running).
Then over to the Silverspoon’s, where Gloria and Puck were returning from choir practice with Papa Murphy’s pizzas.
Puck had a great time in Old Saint Charles the previous night with Theodore and Gloria in the Christmas lights, and the Christmas tradition figures. Theodore had bought him a sparkly red Christmas cookie. Then he crashed into bed after 8:30.
In the morning, he had accompanied Gloria to church choir practice.
“I don’t like this song,” he had declared to everyone after awhile of listening.
He apologized, as instructed by Gloria. But apparently the choir had thought it to be funny.
Meanwhile, Collette kept cranking into the family genealogy, just currently shy of 400 pages. Additions of the day included the wicked Queen Jezebel and two more Egyptian lines.
And Gloria was busy making Christmas cookies with homemade frosting and red and green sprinkles, three or four of which Puck managed to snag.
In other news…
Puck had said on Friday, out of the blue…
“Daddy has a beard like Santa.”
“Is Daddy, Santa?” Collette had asked him.
“Yes,” Puck replied, in deep thought.
In the afternoon, while Theodore and Gloria left to watch Izzy sing with the choir and orchestra at the Baptist church… OLeif, Collette, and Puck visited Border’s to look around for Christmas gifts. Rather unsuccessfully…
Back to the house where Puck eagerly resumed his race course in the basement. Then, on the stairs, he wedged himself between two of the banisters.
“Oh no! I’m in the doldrums!” he cried. “I’m doomed! I’m doomed!”
Dark came.
The front of the house was wreathed in white lights and in the bushes.
The wind was up howling like a monster.
Theodore and Gloria were preparing to leave once again for their church Christmas party. Gloria busily wrapped up the White Elephant gifts: the traditional Archimedes, and an illustrated face of llama.
Then back out into the cold of the early night, with speckles of snow blowing across the highway.
Once Puck was snuggled down under four layers, OLeif went back out to deliver a set of photography lights to Simon, and to pick up breakfast milk.