Four-Day Weekend
One-fifth of the way through my next book, I wrapped up another successful Thursday morning of writing and a few Reeses peanut butter cups from Oxbear (always spoiling me with that intoxicating filth).
Later, on the other side of town…
“How was your Valentine’s party, Puck?”
“Great! I won Bingo first!”
“Good job, bud.”
“Well, I wasn’t talented. The board was.”
At least he’s honest, if not painfully.
On that biting cold afternoon of sunshine and windchills nearing zero to about ten, Puck and I simmered things down to enjoy a four-day weekend, mostly at home.
Following class and games-based party, the kids came pouring out of the warm room pumped with sugar and handfuls of helium balloons in three valentines-appropriate colors. The first girl in line, a red-head, was all decked out in a huge red tutu, shiny silver leggings, and a peacock feather backpack on her shoulder. Puck’s goodie bag was bulging with valentines from friends, including popcorn, chocolate, and candy. I began to think to myself that maybe I don’t take this holliday seriously enough.
Puck came less-bursting out of the gym this time, due to the delicacy of a white balloon tied to a paper wrist cuff – the balloon bore a Sharpied angry face, courtesy of Snicky, one of Puck’s best buds.
Anyway, our evening at home started with Puck plugging his little red plastic bubblegum machine with dried lentils. When he realized that dried lentils aren’t that fun to snack on, he gutted the works and restocked with Cheerios.
Fat grilled cheese dinner and a viewing of Wall-E on the couch. Starting off the sort-of double-holliday weekend right. A fuzzy gray tabby lounged, purring, in Puck’s lap during the feature film until she abandoned him for her own dinner.
Meanwhile, the weather keeps toying with the city. No surprise. The forecast one hour calls for up to fifteen inches over the next four days, the following hour it’s reduced to five in three. You just never know around here.
Also, Puck prepared to toss a whipped cream pie in his face the next morning for his school’s fundraiser program. At first he wasn’t so keen on the idea, but the more he thought about it, the more he liked it.