January 6

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Puck came in at 6:37.

“Want to cuddle, Puck?” Collette asked him.

He climbed in under the covers. “I’m starving, Mama,” he said. “At least… my stomach was yelling. My stomach was yelling for food.”

“I’ll feed you breakfast here in a minute,” Collette replied. “Why don’t we call Daddy and see what time you actually woke up this morning.”

“I’m not gonna call him!” Puck declared. “’Cause I don’t know the recipe [phone number]!”

Then he got out of bed and sneezed, twice.

“I just made two achoos.”

And he helped his mama make the bed.

It was discovered in the mid-morning that Luke and Leia would not be coming that day after all. Luke had been very disappointed.

“But it’s my Puck Day!” he had declared.

So instead, Collette and Puck read books together in bad Kiwi, Irish, and Virginian accents.

And the Classical music played on and on, including Collette’s favorite piece of all time: Ralph Vaughan Williams’ Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis.

As the afternoon approached, the day continued to be gray and below the freezing mark.

In the middle of Puck’s Quiet Hour, he came out with a Highlights magazine, and showed Collette a picture of a rabbit wearing eyeglasses.

“We need to get Daddy one of these,” he said very seriously, pointing to the eyeglasses, “’cause he’s getting old. Here, you keep this magazine so you can look up some glasses on the ‘puter [computer] for Daddy.”

Shortly after two o’clock, the snow began to fall. Lightly. Like confectioner’s sugar. And then it became a soft sort of rattle, a tap of ice on the cement.

Sometime later, Puck was found rolling a rolling pin up and down his stomach.

“Why are you rolling your tummy?” Collette asked him.

“Making sure it’s all flat.”

OLeif returned at a very comfortable 4:45.

Into the evening…

OLeif was busy incorporating his new system of management and organization into his daily life.

And he treated out Collette to one of two date nights that week: take-in Jack in the Box, with mini churros, and movie.

And in big news…

It was a sad day for hopeful David Tennant fans everywhere. The Doctor was engaged. To be married New Year’s Day of 2012. And to the spunky blonde, thirteen years his junior, who had acted as, none other than, his daughter in the third season of Doctor Who. Very odd indeed. Or rather, it could be said, very Ood.

“The most important day of your marriage is not the wedding day, but the last day.”

— Mark Driscoll, as heard by OLeif Silverspoon