February 20
Chapter 2,087
In which Puck is taken with Collette’s cold and cannot go to church, but still pleads to see the family…
Puck had been awake the previous evening at 8:45, for a few moments, and then for a more extended period of time at 2:30 in the morning with faucet-nose and a cough. But he was a brave little trooper and carried on, still accumulating approximately eleven hours of sleep.
So, following a sizable breakfast of oatmeal, banana, orange, milk, and several glasses of water, the little family packed up for Sunday adventures.
The morning was allotted thusly:
Collette: Sunday School.
OLeif: 11:00 service.
All three: afternoon at ‘Grandma’s’.
Sunday School was very warm.
Meanwhile…
The highs were predicted to be 70.
Back at the house, Puck was bundled in his parka and a blanket watching Ratatouille and drinking a tiny blue tea cup of Egyptian licorice tea with honey.
“He’s on his third,” Carrie explained. “No caffeine.”
His cough had substantially subsided.
Luch: tilapia, bread with a sort of paprika cream spread, and salad. All by Carrie, of course.
The afternoon was beautiful wind and sun mixed with cloud.
Puck was wrapped in a blanket on the porch with his three aunts, a cup of tea, and a peppermint stick to stir it.
“Rain should come in about thirty minutes,” said Rose.
Back inside for continued winds through the windows, which kept the basement door tugging open and close on its own.
“There’s a ghost downstairs!” Puck declared with a grin.
Despite his bad cold, he was just as ever a boy, tossing things into the bushes, etc.
Meanwhile, Mom and Dad were off peddling on their bicycle built for two. And Joe was going solo.
Everyone returned for supper and some Scotland Rick Steves.
And big baby boy was asleep by six o’clock that night, after having insisted on taking his umbrella to bed with him should he require it in the middle of the night.