Early Spring Progress
Disappointed in the lack of sufficient thunder and lightning Thursday night, and about twenty seconds of deluge, I hoped for better things in the week just cool enough for a heavy sweater, and only one week removed from faded t-shirts and yoga shorts.
But first: back again. A quiet church office smelling of burnt popcorn on a gray day running off 170 copies of a bulletin for a particular Sunday morning service I no longer attended.
Five hours later I returned for my big baby, three weeks out from seven, and growing like an ox. The kid who had a couple of questions for me that morning:
“Mom? Can we get Uncle Francis a cheeseburger today?”
“Not sure about that, bud. You can draw him a cheeseburger though.”
A few seconds of reflective pause. “But can’t we get him a live cheeseburger?”
Or before breakfast:
“Mom? Do cats ever blink?”
“Sure, bud.”
“Then how come they always win staring contests in Garfield?”
So many things to explain.
This chubby buster had spent a couple of hours hanging with his Uncle Fran before flipping on Wall-E. And by two o’clock or so, joined us girls upstairs to write his own flashcards – of his own volition – with purple crayon on old church attendance pads.
Everyone’s busy, even in March. Mom and Dad had a theology forum at church that night, then visiting potential locations for the rehearsal dinner on Saturday. Carrie had dinner with Lucia and Grewe, and then a day train-ride to Washington, MO, the next morning. Joe and Jaya were driving to Nebraska with a load of cookies, apparently, for the first bridal shower with Jaya’s extended family. Francis was already gone, in high demand as swimming instructor and lifeguard. Irish was making plans with Eleda for spend-the-nights and getting nails done by Carrie, etc.
Even if it’s been only a couple of hours away, Puck returns to Crackers as if it’s been a month of separation:
“Hula! Hula! Hula hula hula! Look at Crackers, Mom!”
I’d give her about a 4.3 on the hula, and about a 10.0 on the temper.
Rose joined us for a two-order grilled cheese, white cheddar popcorn, good apple juice, and volunteer rogue-cockroach-smooshing in the basement over a little comedy. After setting Lasik consultation and hair perm appointments from my red couch.