February 17
Chapter 2,084
In which spring comes early…
Dream: large night party at the house: kids from all over the place: Dad and the boys brought back food — cranberry chutney over tortilla quarters, chocolate cake wedges, and fried asparagus rings and spiders.
And something of flying double-stringed kites…
The morning started with striking choral arrangements.
Collette still had a cough, and Puck seemed to be sympathetically joining her.
“I took your cough away, Mama, because you didn’t want it anymore.”
The winds were still up high, hopefully to dry up some of the extended mud bogs that sat in the yards of nearly every home in the surrounding area it would seem. Even before ten o’clock, the windows were all opened to temperatures at a tune of 67.5 degrees Fahrenheit. Indeed, the high was predicted at 74. Uncannily like spring, still a good month away.
Puck was spinning around in circles to feel the wind.
“I can’t spin around in my robe in Heaven, can I?” he asked.
“I don’t think that God would mind that,” Collette replied.
Lunch.
Puck was having some kind of difficulty eating his peanut butter sandwich. Peanut butter was plastered all over his navy sweatpants.
“Puck, can’t you just eat your peanut butter like a normal human being?” Collette asked him.
“No,” was Puck’s only reply.
He returned to the sandwich, his sweatshirt cuffs rimmed in peanut butter, as he watched the filling drip out of his sandwich.
“Alright, that does it!” he announced, returning the troublesome sandwich to the plate.
The afternoon with Luke and Leia sped along with the wind and the mud and Shaun the Sheep, as Leia was not quite as keen on spending the entirety of the day outdoors in her sun dress.
They left after Luke sent a hug to Puck, afterwhich Puck also requested that he might hug Leia.
Good news had come while they had taken their afternoon walk.
Francis had obtained his driver’s license. And the world was awarded one more safe driver for the roads.
OLeif returned before the hour of five o’clock, as Collette and Puck continued to listen to Roughing It over dinner.
“I feel like being bad tonight,” said OLeif.
Collette knew, immediately, that ice cream was on his mind. And rightly so.
But not before he had eaten his quesadillas, incorporating Queso Fresco, which Collette could not help but think looked like make-up sponges, and had the same sort of texture.
The windows stayed open that night as the rain began to fall…