Getting Warmer

More jowl bacon and fried eggs: we had found our rhythm.

So, apparently, had the weather: cold and wet. Of course, in the weather’s defense, El Oso discovered somewhere before six that morning that the heater had somehow been switched off. Puck claimed innocence. Maybe one of his honorary uncles had something to do with that.

I let Puck have a small handful of semi-sweet chocolate chips – oh miracles! – for a morning snack, which he ate from a sieve (so his hands wouldn’t melt them) beside the fire.

“Could I just have three drops more?” he asked.

“No, son.”

“One?”

“No.”

“Two?”

“No.”

“Zero. Right?”

“Bingo.”

The rain was steadily washing out the snow, slush patches in the yard. Izzy dropped in during lunch for a couple of hours to wait for his new computer to arrive. Shortly after he left with the unconventionally-shaped box, a little giddy I thought, the rain pounded.

“Puck change out of those pants so I can wash them. You have peanut butter all over them.”

Puck reluctantly exchanged black track pants for the pair of jeans with the busted metal pop-button. He’s resourceful though and secured it with a piece of black gorilla tape, while I started the wash and broiled grilled cheese for dinner.

They returned for movie night in order: El Oso, Carrie-Bri (with a sack of gifts from Francis to Puck: single-cup coffee maker and web camera (freebies from a dealership in Troy)), Rose, and Joe and Jaya, bringing chips, a tin of sardines to satisfy Joe’s curiosity, and Dairy Queen for Rose.

“Man, Rose,” said Carrie, “you turn sideways and disappear. You haven’t been eating again, have you?”

“I have!” Rose protested, pulling up her Xbox avatar to show off her pet phoenix. “I had tomatoes for lunch.”

Tomatoes for lunch? Well, that changes everything.

Puck’s Blog: Day #20

I did school. It was fun. I think …