July 16

Friday, July 16, 2010

Time for more stamping of documents.

But first, a 5:15 awakening for Collette, as her baby came in to sleep the next forty-five minutes sandwiched snuggly into the comforter.

Then to the house for the usual anecdotes.

Upon arrival, Carrie saw that Puck’s chubby belly was available for poking.

“Here,” she said, “let me rub some lotion on your belly.”

“Stop dat, Sun,” Puck said seriously to her. “I’m wearing black fwip-fwops and I’m growing bigger and bigger and I’m gonna be in charge.”

During the morning, while Francis plugged away at the old algebra, Puck gave him back massages with a crayon.

“I’m fixing your back,” he said. “I’m painting you.”

It wasn’t until Mom walked by and noticed that Puck had, indeed, been using Francis’ black t-shirted back as a giant chalkboard that Collette saw the elaborate circles of wax crayon… oops.

The afternoon called for a few more hours between commute and downtown. An hour waiting in the office of the Secretary of State while Carrie read about Einstein and a possibly Bosnian couple came in to research paperwork for their business. By four o’clock: a fresh pack all neatly stapled and affixed with gold seals.

In the evening, Francis re-shared a laughable tale from his experience working with Creole at the neighbor’s house, Mr. Borscht. After work every Wednesday afternoon, when the boys sat in the garage with cold drinks, Creole had been apparently staring off into space for some time.

After awhile, Mr. Borscht turned to him and said, “What are you thinking about, Creole? Your girlfriend in a bikini?”

Creole’s face had reportedly turned a predictable shade of red. And then he replied, “I try not to.”

On the ride home, Puck had one question between listening to conversations: “What do bees do with honey anyway?”

That night, OLeif cleaned the library and listened to Quartet Gelato.