Iceland

Mom and Dad were back safely from Atlanta. Puck immediately greeted his grandma and soon grabbed the kitchen mop.
“Clean! Clean!” he sang, as he mopped up the floors.
Later in the morning, Puck was busy making an arrangement of magic markers in Mom’s crystal vase on the coffee table.
“Ta da!” he cried when finished with his masterpiece.
It was a gorgeous day. The warm-cool gray of a late winter afternoon, light and misted with rain. Collette hardly needed her sweater as she left with Mom and Carrie-Bri for Trader Joe’s for blood oranges, tandoori naan, and various other groceries. And Puck and Linnea played outside until the rain came.
When they returned, Puck was heavily snacking, as usual. He was walking around with a quartered melamine plate as if he were Oliver Twist.
“He says ‘hi’ to his food,” said Rose, with a laugh, wrinkling her nose. “He had a huge handful of cranberries in his hand, and he said to them, ‘Hi!”, and then he gobbled them.”
Then Rose left for an excursion with Juliet in Old Saint Charles while everyone else shared a light meal around the table, including Dad, who was preparing to leave for Scouts with Francis.
The exciting news of the day came when OLeif confirmed that he and Collette could travel to Iceland the following month. For the final week of March, they would tour Reykjavik, gallop across lava fields on direct descendants of Viking horses, and swim in geothermal pools. At least, that was the hope.
The night ended with Carrie and Joe arriving for comedy night with a box of chocolate chip cookie ice cream sandwiches and a lightening show outside. Although Carrie believed that “Tesla could do better”.