First Day

Monday, September 12, 2011
In which the week is resumed, as usual…

When Collette first woke, her thumb was feeling sore from having stuck it sharply with a rose thorn the previous evening.
Puck waved off his daddy in swim shorts, oversized t-shirt, army cap, and wood sewing box in hand. His uniform was usually unpredictable.

He got the giggles during his reading lesson at 9:00, having Donkey slap high-fives with his mama for correctly reading the list of words. This was not uncommon.
Shortly after 10:30, Francis arrived for some further tutelage in the strange and mystical land of Algebra, and its kingdom of Logarithms. While he and Collette looked up swimming lessons at the YMCA for Puck, Puck was busy at his own desk…
“I have to write Daddy an important note. It says: ‘Dear Daddy, I love you so much. And someone stole your car. Namen.”

At quarter till one, realizing that she had not sat down in three hours, which was unusual for a Monday, Collette took a seat on the couch to finish her quota of writing for the day. Writing by the inch had been a marvelous revelation.

Pancakes for dinner.

Meanwhile…
Carrie had caught Linnea’s cold.
And Joe and Rose had met with Ben-Hur, who was in town from California, for lunch at the Train Wreck Saloon, which had great seasoned fries, according to Rose.