Fifth Day
Thursday, May 5, 2011
In which a manner of things are done of little import during a cool afternoon…
Puck gave OLeif a giant hug before he left for work that morning.
“Poor Daddy’s gonna miss me, Mamma,” he said woefully.
The morning was spent in:
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eggs and bacon
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fixing the antique chair back whose detailed woodwork had slowly been disintegrating from time and young imps
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sorting laundry
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mending Puck’s mattress
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packing up Puck for the following day (he needed something smart to wear to the art exhibition)
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Marbleworks with silver plastic marbles, and two glass: one the shade of a mermaid and the other of a green glass bottle
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washing dishes
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books about faith, shadows, chameleons, and a monk in the Caribbean
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photos of Elazar on the Silk Road and Justus and his girl visiting the gardens of Japan
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marinating pork chops with balsamic vinegar, salt, and paprika
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untangling a slinky
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high tea, early in the day, at Puck’s request, while working with watercolors, also by request
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repairing The Kiwi Who Lost Its Mum
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Spasenie and Anonymous Four
All feats of the day could be explained away with one response from Puck, who had no doubt adopted it from his daddy or any one of his aunts and uncles…
“’Cause I’m the Magic Man.”
And during readings of the morning, Puck explained things…
“Mama, two days ago Jesus died. Bad men killed him a long, long time ago. And the next day was a sad day too. And the next day he was risen. Because God is God. And He was risen. And He rose higher and higher and higher. And that is true.”
During Quiet Hour, Collette caught Puck trying to smash open his red plastic piggy bank with a 2.5 lb. weight.
“I’m trying to get out your special penny!” he declared.
As the afternoon approached, the temperatures cooled as that all-too-familiar sheet of blue steel pushed into the west.
They spent a time outside rolling various objects up and down the driveway: Puck’s orange ball, a weight, and a roll of tape. And when it would roll into the street, Puck would cry…
“I’m doomed! I’m doomed!”
Shortly after dinner, the rain began to fall.
At 7:52, a somewhat feisty Puck who had not yet slept a wink, came out of his room in his Toy Story footies.
“I slept very well,” he announced.
And of course Ben-Hur was spending his 22nd birthday with his jaw wired shut.
“‘Hello stars!’ God said. ‘Hello sun! Hello moon!’ And whizzing into the darkness came fiery globes, spinning around and around – whirling orange and purple and golden planets. ‘You’re good,’ God said. And they were.”
– The Jesus Storybook Bible