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Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Puck was given permission to open the Puck and Grandma box upon arrival that day. A set of fat bunny-shaped chalks in white, violet, and sea green.
Carrie-Bri was preparing to leave for a 10:30 business appointment/walk-through with Joe, Jonas Swiss, and several other gentlemen downtown…
“One hour, Joe!” she called down the stairs. “Get your coffee in you!”
Joe emerged sleepy-eyed half an hour later, pulling a wrinkled plaid shirt out of the back seat of his car. He perked up quickly, however, discussing budgets with Collette.
“Joe?” Carrie examined his face. “You need to go shave. You’ve got the Mexican mustache going on.”
Back down again for Joe. Then a quick eyebrow grooming at the deft hand of Carrie-Bri and a mini razor, and they were out the door by 9:45.
An algebra consult followed for Mom, Collette, and Linnea, who had a bit of a bloody lip for some reason.
A check-in on Puck found him busy pulling the sit-and-spin up from the basement, and then following Snuggs around the yard…
“Puck? Are you chasing Snuggles?”
“No. I just made him run!”
While Collette advised Linnea on her paper over a bowl of hot potato casserole and looking up song chords for her ukulele, including “By the Light of the Silvery Moon”, Mom pushed Puck on the tree swing.
Meanwhile, the final survey for Dad’s dissertation study had been completed. Just in time. He would begin his next contract on Monday.

So…
Walgreen’s.
For hair dye and a two-dollar bottle of subtly sparkly salmon nail polish for Mom.
When one’s braided ponytail continuously wrapped around one’s neck in noose-like fashion every night… it was time.
13 inches.
Gone.
Blonde.
The easiest color to maintain.
Unfortunately.
But it was sort of golden-blonde, so not exactly… real blonde.
“Do you like my hair, Puck?” Collette asked him as he swooshed by on the swing.
“I don’t like it so much…”
“Why’s that?”
“I liked it when it was tall…”
– He paused, obviously considering how many times he had gripped Collette’s neck in a bear hug and tore at her hair. –
“But now I will hug you at the top of your neck!”

Rose checked in early afternoon. A Google Maps Street View car was parked just outside work.
Izzy dropped by to see about borrowing Joe’s heavy wood bed for his next photo shoot in a field.
And Carrie-Bri drove off with Mom for a nutritionist appointment at 2:30 for blood-work analysis.
So considering that Mom and Carrie were still out and about by four o’clock, Dad carted in burgers and fish sandwiches for dinner.
And Joe convinced Puck that he had climbed a volcano… and, somehow more convincingly, lured him into believing that he had found twenty billion dead cats that afternoon…

Anneliese collided with Puck full force before the evening began. Surprisingly, it was prior to this collision that her nose decided to bleed. Somehow, only giggles. No tears, as Daisy-Jean led her off to remedy the situation.
“My best friend hurt her nose!” Puck announced to the rafters of the sanctuary.
Between sessions of music, the kids ran out some energy in the field beside the church. This included Anneliese leading several of them in lessons on how to draw chalk arrows – very straight arrows, actually. Puck applied some of this new knowledge to the white siding of the church before Collette called him out on his “innocent” vandalism.
A change of plans was keeping Theodore and Gloria in town for the rest of the week, so the younger Silverspoon troop returned home for the night.
The evening pressed into the later hours while OLeif watched his relax-out-the-evening Internet-find video clips of anything from shoulder tattoo-sporting Maori warrior men taking out tarantulas in their living room, to British scientists suctioning Cadbury eggs in glass beakers and St. Louisan and Virginian accents on Youtube… as he intermittently old man wheeze-giggled, Mary Poppins ceiling tea party style.

And the weathermen kept scooping the rain out of the forecast.
“Tomorrow, we promise. No? Well, tomorrow, sure. Tomorrow it’ll be here. Promise. Promise.”