Hoy es Lunes
Before El Oso left for work, he hung the green bird feeder Mom had given Puck, filled with black sunflower seeds, over the patio. Puck and Crackers waited patiently for customers. Turns out there wasn’t a single winged creature in the neighborhood that day. Snacking must have been limited in our area lately.
Meanwhile, Crackers chased Puck’s math pencil off his textbook, rattling onto the linoleum.
“Puck! Come on!”
The kid really doesn’t complain about school. But sometimes, in the excitement of the normal every day schedule, he gets a little side-tracked. He had already started his morning bwawking like a chicken for no reason other than that it was a new Monday morning, he was a happy kid, and he could.
When Puck and I read, anything can inspire him. Today we explored a scratch of the billions of galaxies floating out in the beyond, which led to the – new for Puck – theory of the Big Bang.
“What?”
“That’s what many scientists think happened. We can’t know for sure though, because no one was there when it happened.”
“Right,” Puck agreed. “I don’t think that’s what happened.”
“Well, we just don’t know.”
“But you have to find out. You can’t just guess on the earth. You have to go out to space to see, because you don’t know. Sometimes guesses are right because you use your brain, but you just have to go find out.”
So simple. Puck also concluded during this conversation that God was so powerful, He could turn himself into a “blueberry plant.”
Puck was also acclimatizing Crackers to the outdoors on her red hot leash. Most of the morning sessions he spent in the dead back yard, carefully nudging her fuzzy flanks with the toe of his cowboy boot. But by the afternoon he had graduated her to the lowest nook of the tree in the front yard. Between therapies – which might require more therapy – Puck created a “cardboard jungle” for her in the living room from his growing collection of salvaged Amazon and USPS boxes.
El Oso returned from another busy day at work to heat up leftover barbecue and the patched rice pack for his ailing shoulder. He had been bumped up to Manager in the last week in a big work restructure, and Monday was the first day of all that change. But Puck wasn’t so interested in hearing about that news. He just wanted to talk about bedtime stories and his new The Avengers toothbrush. (He doesn’t know what The Avengers are. Heck, I don’t know what The Avengers are, but he picked it out himself.) After all, he hears stories all day from Mama. He’d much rather close out the day with a good old chapter of Dad-selected adventures.