Game Two
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Collette slept in till 7:30 that morning.
By the time she was up, OLeif had cleaned out the coat closet, fed Puck a breakfast of cream wheat, which he called ‘butter cereal’ at OLeif’s encouragement, and was busy organizing stacks of papers in the library. Puck was helping with this endeavor…
He brought in a pile of photographs from OLeif growing up as a kid around the middle section of the U.S. Puck mistakenly believed all of the photos of OLeif to be himself.
“Isn’t this cute?” he would ask.
He was also very busy ‘cleaning up’. OLeif’s organization bug had bitten him as well.
Before leaving for the day, Collette put organic raspberry chapstick from Carrie, on Puck, who was getting sore lips.
“Don’t lick your lips,” she told him.
Puck, subsequently, felt the need to tell Collette every time he accidentally licked his lips.
“I licked my lipstick,” he would announce.
Shortly later, he sat himself in the corner.
“I’m thinking about my sins now,” he said.
Then a wash-up of the dishes, including the blue German stein Collette had brought back for OLeif when she was in Maine seven years ago.
“Let’s brush your teeth, Puck,” she called to him.
“I’m a police officer, Mama. Police officers don’t brush their teeth.”
“Yes they do. Or else their teeth fall out.”
“Why?”
“Because they would start to rot.”
“Because the little sugars would start dancing on their teeth?”
“Yup.”
“Would they hurt?”
“Could be.”
“Do it! Do it, Mama! Start brushing those teeth!”
Later in the morning, Collette dropped off OLeif at his folks’ while she and Puck attended Linnea’s second game. 11:00. They were short. Seven girls. And Eleda had an injured back; she was a trooper and insisted on playing the last five minutes. Another good game; better, because the score was closer. 32 — 20. Another win. Linnea was a spit-fire and stole back the ball numerous times, always sneaking in at the right time. She also contributed four baskets to the total score.
The later afternoon sent Gloria, Izzy, and Puck out to run errands while beef heart was cooking on the stove. And the inevitable box of La Croix in the storage closet.
Peanuts and sharp cheddar cheese for a snack.
Papa Murphy’s for dinner.
And about two and a half hours spend reading up on various theology, which was not entirely uncommon…