Hang Around Home

Things were warming up even more now. With Oxbear joining Theodore and Izzy on a one-day road trip to Nashville where they moved Curly and Lulu into their new house, Puck and I had a day at home to soak in the sunshine.

Puck spent most of his afternoon biking and scootering up and down the street – empty ice cream scoop in hand; he liked the design – with about five neighbor girls.

Later, we took a break together: fuzzy velvet posters (we each completed one) while listening to the game and discussing thoughts. Puck looked at the bright colors of my jungle frogs poster.

“How did you make the colors so bright?”

“Well, I figured they must be poison dart frogs, and that’s what they look like.”

I explained the concept of a poison dart frog, and their lethality.

“Well,” Puck concluded. “I guess it’s the frog’s fault for being poisonous.”

Eventually, the topic of discussion switched streams.

“I don’t want to get married, Mom.”

“Why’s that, bud?”

“Because then my wife would die some day and then I would be unhappy.”

Something to consider. We discussed.

Meanwhile, Crackers wiled away the hours wrapped in a nest of sunny quilts on my bed.

The windows were open. It was already past sixty degrees in the first week of March, just how we like it.

Puck asked to take a walk before dinner, pedaling his bike around the neighborhood while I hustled to keep up.

Hot shower for Puck before bed, more of which was spent goofing around than actually scrubbing, I’m sure. Followed by those endless readings in Calvin & Hobbes, before we concluded Puck’s early evening by Facetiming Oxbear about to leave from Nashville.

Meanwhile, Puck had come down with a fever from school. Although he insisted that he felt totally normal. Typical.