En l'honneur
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
To begin with, as everyone knew, it was Jules Verne’s 183rd birthday, as acknowledged appropriately by Google.
Seven-fifty.
‘Bitter cold’ according to Wunderground. 9.5 degrees Fahrenheit. Feeling like -3.
Eight-forty.
Puck’s sixth reading lesson, in which he successfully recalled the sounds of: ‘m’ and ‘s’.
Later,
Puck was waiting for everyone to arrive, so he hid in the cube in the living room with the lid on top.
“Will I ‘stuffocate’, Mama?” he asked.
Nine-thirty.
Mom and the kids arrived for the usual tutoring services.
Sledding down the hill for Puck and Francis in ‘The Grape’, as Mom had dubbed the tossed-aside purple saucer sled that OLeif had picked up on the side of the road the previous evening. Puck had been thrilled. When he returned indoors, he had been so snow-blinded that…
“Look outside, Mama! The snow is pink!”
Quick lunch of alarmingly lava-ish buffalo sauce with chicken before Mom and the kids shipped out to choir.
Two-thirty.
Twenty minute phone interview for the teaching position on Mondays in O’Fallon, Illinois, beginning in August. Collette always did seem to eventually end up doing the things she had originally half-promised herself that she would never do. Case in point. And now it looked like she would be Linnea’s teacher once again.
Four-fifty.
Dinner. With the aid of pretzel rolls from Grandma Combs.
Puck, at one point, looked out the window.
“I’d never seen a bird like that,” he laughed. “He’s funny.”
Surprisingly, there was what could have either been a hawk or an owl — his back was turned — sitting in the tree branch of the neighbor’s yard.
Six-thirty.
OLeif returned from his first class of the semester, another elective: Teaching and Learning II.
And it seemed quite official: they had a three year-old completely addicted to Minecraft. He and OLeif had long been working on a house made of stone and lights of lava.
In other news of the day…
It would seem as though Ethiopia and Ruby had their first baby, a little boy.
Good old Jesse James from the choir days also was expecting his first kid sometime that year.
And Swinburne University of Australia had finally shipped Carrie’s Masters Certificate in Astronomy via airmail. Sometimes things south of the border seemed to move just a little slower…
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