December 15
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
The holiday season for the little Silverspoon family: commute, work, class, Bible study, study-study, church, music, side projects, tutoring, mama-ing, academic counseling, cleaning, genealogies, books, meal making, Puck-exercising, etc., etc., and etc…
But that was the way it always was, despite the holidays.
That morning was much the same. At home. Puck carefully involved in his Marbleworks. OLeif out the door, forgetting his tuna, as expected. And the snow no further dissolved than it had been on Sunday.
It was cold enough to stay on the couch wrapped in a blanket reading together. And making a ‘police box’ out of cardboard boxes, at Puck’s request. A good day for wearing fingerless gloves, perhaps. Indoors.
Lunch: hot plate of omelets and jelly toast.
And some film clips, which included a cartooned cherry tree being cut down.
“Aw, poor little tree,” said Puck. “It has to be taped.”
In the afternoon…
Puck was busy with a plate of bananas, raisins, and peanut butter molded with honey, which he held in his hands in a lump and ate from, occasionally.
“It’s a canoe for you, Mama!” he declared happily.
And Collette continued to receive emails from Livemocha correspondents in South America. One gentleman signed his note, saying…
“Stay with God.”
Collette liked the sound of that…
Dinner was chicken stir fry with tomatoes, celery, ginger, garlic, salt, and pepper, all wrapped in lettuce pockets. The kitchen was an aroma of the East. And though Puck was not entirely certain of what to do with the lettuce — he had immediately opened the little package of steaming vegetables and dumped the entirety of the contents upon his plate — he did eat the bird on his plate. At least that.
Then to dishes, sweeping, laundry — sped along by the commanding oratory of John MacArthur, purchasing the final three Christmas gifts with minimal effort, and then to a secret hidden forbidden three-piece stash of milk chocolate truffles, and season one of 30 Rock.
OLeif was to return late from another evening of conversation with his good buddies and the ever-enlightening subject of pizza. And freezing rain…
Around 11:15…
Collette heard a bit of a ruckus outside. A parting of the curtains revealed the little red Civic furiously spinning its tires, scrounging its way up the driveway in a terrible battle: ice against rubber and salt.
“So if we need new tires after this…” Collette was saying when OLeif entered the house later.
OLeif just grinned.