Linnea Scores
Saturday, February 26, 2011
In which another great game is played…
Out and about.
Library drop-off.
Basketball.
Into the gym. Puck led the way. And, as usual, his green mohawk hat got the crowd’s reaction: everyone smiling and pointing and laughing, even all the girls on the opposing team.
It was a great game, once again. Despite two of the girls recovering from, or enduring, twisted ankles, and still Eleda’s back… it was a 41 to 30 win. And with all the entertainment of Linnea getting a good bonking on the head from Susannah, down field, which got a good laugh out of the crowd, she even scored a super 14 points herself.
The family then took off for Culver’s with Grandma, followed by Linnea joining Grandma at the Circus.
And on the way out, Puck got his green mohawk fluffed by the girl on Linnea’s team who looked like a china doll: strawberry blonde hair, big eyes, and porcelain skin.
After a half hour at the library, it was over to the Silverspoon’s for Puck to horse around with Izzy and German for an hour or so. Izzy rolled up Puck in a blanket like a caterpillar in a cocoon. Puck landed on the floor in a heap.
“Oh, it’s a butterfly!” German exclaimed.
“He dropped me right out of duh crackoon!” Puck declared.
“Hey, Puck, want a chip?” OLeif asked, holding out the bag of pork rinds.
“Don’t lie to your son,” said German. “Those aren’t chips.”
Then Puck went flying out of the blanket again from Izzy the Blanket Monster.
“I think he regurgitated you, Puck,” said German. “You don’t taste very good.”
After this substantial amount of exercise, it was time for a cool-down with Pingu, chicken and cheese, and Puck flying around the house with an enormous red cloth bag on his head like a head-cape.
He then joined his nana, stove-shopping.
And then back for mixed nuts and oranges in the cool gray of the day. Nothing like gray Saturdays.
Izzy returned from a brief photo shoot.
And this was followed with paninis made by OLeif for supper.
The evening was for Rose to attend Annamaria’s surprise belated 21st birthday party, although Joe had declined, given his chipmunk cheeks that he was sporting like a thug. Or, rather, what he might look like in ten years or so…
And into Sunday, with suggestions of tornados. Francis would be happy.