Goodbye, March

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Another early morning. Seven o’clock drop-off.
And to Collette’s dismay, Mom had refilled the chocolate basket.

The day was fantastic, just before the sun had risen. Violet-fire in the sky, cool-warm breezes in the newly green budded trees. It was a gorgeous, just spring/just summer morning. Although temperatures were predicted to reach 82…

At the house, Puck picked up a small side table and set it as a lectern by the piano. He faced the small audience in the living room and began to speak with a very stern face:
“The Lord and God, the Lord and God, Mama. Now listen to me. The Lord and God.”

Then it was time to run further errands:
1.Home Depot for sand to create Puck’s sandbox, which made him a ‘very happy little bucket’, as OLeif would call him.
2.Target for a variety of items, including a variety of sandbox toys and a tiny bright red ceramic pot with tomato seeds for Linnea’s annual tomato planting attempt, etc.
3.Trader Joe’s, which included a red balloon for Puck, at his color request, four pounds of strawberries, and sparkling cider, etc.

Puck played away the afternoon in his new sandbox, under a sun which brought along temperatures exceeding 84 degrees Fahrenheit. (Thursday was predicted to rocket to 86.)
After dropping off Linnea at gymnastics, Mom and Francis brought Collette and Puck back home, where Collette tutored Francis in algebra between two rides on the Ruckus, and Puck read Little Golden books with his grandma on the front porch.

That evening, while OLeif was rehearsing for Easter morning at church, Puck downed a whopper chicken fajita and banana pudding.
After the chub-chub had gone down for the night, Collette continued her archives, researching Jamie Oliver’s Food Revolution cookbook, prayer books, and watched a documentary on Matthew Broderick finding his Civil War ancestors… over a few peppermint patties. York.
And she left open the windows to the warm breezes and the hum of honey bees around the purple hyacinth.

In other news, Carrie-Bri had received another proposal. This time from the geologist in South Africa.
And Rose’s long-awaited carpet shoes had arrived in the mail.