December 29
Another quiet day at home.
Puck came in to cuddle at around 6:15. After awhile of being sandwiched between his parents, he stared off into the distance, eyes glazed…
“This is getting worse,” he mumbled.
At breakfast, Puck was intent upon his ‘baby Bible’.
“Three days. And three months,” he declared.
“What’s three days and three months?” Collette asked him.
“Is… stay in a fish. Just like Jonah did.”
OLeif and Puck then proceeded to have a conversation regarding whether anyone might have two bellybuttons or not.
Then OLeif was off to work where he was to be treated to lunch by Chet Danger.
In the morning, the rain came.
Collette and Puck cuddled under the heavy purple blanket on the couch and read together.
The day was so completely quiet, but for the occasional start of a car, and the call of a goose overhead.
With the arrival of afternoon…
Another box of donations was made ready.
Collette began an oil painting in the kitchen with Puck. She had only ever made one, and that was five years ago.
Another jog for Collette.
Puck needed another bubble bath.
It was much the usual happening of any other sort of early winter afternoon.
Meanwhile…
Collette had begun to compile her initial five writing projects of the year. The never-ending enterprise…
Mom and Dad were out on a date.
Joe had plans to go down to Rolla the following day to ‘shoot stuff’ with Wally.
And Rose reported that one of the cats had unexpectedly taken to the losing of his (or her) groceries that day. Though recovery seemed fine. Rose had enough experience with felines to know such things. Fortunately, such an event had never occurred to Collette when she had been at watch.
By evening…
Puck cut his finger and was given a green antiseptic band-aid.
Question #14 of the catechism at dinner, during which Puck also had other thoughts…
“Are you a good hider, Mama? I ask.”
Tabletalk.
The Old Testament prophets.
And OLeif was to be out very late, where he joined Joe, Ben-Hur, Rose — fresh from Charlie Chaplin’s City Lights at the Symphony with Juliet, Ashley-Sue and Mollie, by 9:30 at the outdoor ice rink in Forest Park before it closed at midnight, followed by hot chocolate at the 24-7 Coffee Cartel in the CWE.
And for Collette… it was the usual sort of evening. With the addition of cluttered sinuses.
But there was a plate of hot toast with jam and butter. Always a good ending to the day. Although a ginger ale would have been nice…
Sometime around one o’clock, OLeif returned with a bundle of his own late Christmas imports.