Ideas, Ideas, Ideas, Mom!
Puck was ready for another dance party, getting behind the idea of a tango a little, if not an actual tango. Or a disco. Crackers seemed mildly interested in joining. She stuck to my shoulder for a ride. I figured if nothing else, it’s practice for riding in the car to the vet. Puck was pretty excited about her participation in the daily exercise:
“Let’s have a DISCO, Mom! With Crackers! Let me explain it to her.” He followed behind me, lecture format, talking to his cat. “A disco is something you hang from the ceiling and turn off the lights. And you have to shut the windows too, and you shine a flashlight on the disco, and then light goes everywhere and it’s DISCO PARTY TIME!!!! We’ll invite all her cat friends, Mom.”
He collected party materials on the living room rug, including cat treats, cat brush and wipes, food bowl, etc. Once Puck gets an idea: 300 MPH, on the spot. I keep fishing reel and/or shepherd’s crook within hand’s reach at all times.
His writing lesson was decent, decent. Only for the distraction of the occasional Cardinal scoping out prime nesting locations in the backyard tree. Puck’s chief concern lay mainly in whether or not our yard would be selected for the new housing location:
“OH NO! HE LEFT, MOM! HE LEFT!”
But, no, only flown into the fence bush, heavy with seeds, the seeds those bedouin chickens pecked to death a couple of years ago. Looks like our back yard will be prime real estate once again this year.
A package of bamboo pills in the mail before we drove the couple of short miles to Dierbergs for a case of glass bottled $5.49 organic Izze. I had promised the Puckster. He chose peach over pomegranate, and we walked to the self-checkout.
“Thank you. For shopping at. Dierbergs,” the machine bon voyaged us, popping out a receipt.
“I like Schnucks better,” Puck told me as we walked out the door, his red-gloved hand in mine. “It rhymes better. Thank you for shopping at Schnucks rhymes better than Dierbergs.”
Puck sat on the red couch beside me. Strapped the green half-Swiffer mop to his skateboard with swathes of blue painters tape and electrical tape, his own personal transportation device with handle for easy maneuvering. He sat; I pulled.
“We can take this to the Zoo and use it to ride around in!” was his general idea for the finely-taped invention.
The Zoo might have other plans.