Game Day

It was a big day for Puck. His first tooth had appeared on the horizon. Collette didn’t even know it until she heard the tell-tale clink, clink on his drinking glass. Collette imagined him singing “All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth”. Then for part of his morning, he spent his time trying to sneak snacks off OLeif’s bicycle tires.

It was a dull sort of day. Dusty. Nine moths of dust. Collette had finally started to organize the stacks of everything in the bedroom since they had moved in February.

Though Mizzou was off to play an important game that night, everything else was quiet.

However, later that afternoon was over at the Silverspoon’s. Things were unnaturally quiet. OLeif had lost his buddies who were out for the afternoon with Joe and Wally, helping Lolli move into a duplex with her cousin from Texas. So they ate salads, watched part of Gerstner’s exposition on the Westminster Confession, and doodled with Spirographs. Puck, of course, chewed on a spatula for most of the time.

Thus another Saturday passed. Nothing for the record books, but sometimes a collection of those kinds of days with the more interesting, were the best.