Learning to Ride
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
In which further work is conducted on operations of contracts…
OLeif rode his bike to work for the first time, and successfully survived the early morning journey.
There was little more to the day aside from the usual Tuesday-ish-ness of those sixteen or so hours.
During the near three hours of reading that morning, Collette rationed out some of the precious whole cashews to her son, which accompanied his orange juice. He listened in rapt attention to the readings, as usual, and would occasionally ask questions for purposes of clarification.
“This is a maple leaf from a maple tree,” Collette read one caption to him.
“Make believe?” he asked.
While they were sitting in the kitchen to catch the sunshine through the sliding door…
“Mama. You’re sitting in my sun.”
Or random comments…
“I’m going to change my name on Sunday.”
Further efforts for contract preparation back and forth with Carrie.
Cooking up three pounds of beef for the next several days.
Spurgeon.
Letters.
Windows open once again to the passing shades of their spring colors.
Outdoors in the cool afternoon.
Collette sensed pumpkins and dried leaves more than roses and sunshine.
Puck took a seat in his yellow dump truck and thundered down the driveway, taking a spill and landing on his rump. He laughed out loud.
“I almost took a ride in the street!” he declared happily.
And when Collette counseled him to drink his water before the bugs decided to check out the situation…
“And it would be their bath?” he asked.
Just as Puck was winding things down for the night, Collette received a call from OLeif.
“I’m at the gas station,” said OLeif. “Dead battery.”
A quick shuffle-around and close-down of the house, saw Collette and Puck heading out into the evening.
“Mama and Puck to the rescue!” Puck announced, as they walked out to the car.
Twenty minutes later, they were at the Shell in Chesterfield, OLeif jumped the bike after follow-up advice from Simon, and a drive home in the sunset with Puck watching the coolness of his dad motoring ahead of them.
“Follow that boy, Mama!” he declared.
And in other news…
Ben-Hur had fallen off his bike on Saturday and fractured his jaw in two places. Surgery, and his jaw wired shut for several weeks was the result.