March 28th, 2025
The kids are climbing on me before I'm out of bed that morning chatting about Oreos and Roblox...
Puck is also awake and chastising the various projects left around the house... “I mean, what even is this?” he picks up a surprisingly heavy and large wad of black and white electrical tape // “His name is Dude... Patience collects all the used tape from her dance shoes and adds to it after every competition...” // Puck looks at me like someone's lost their mind // So I add... “Apparently he's scheduled to be married soon... to another tape ball name Jennifer” …
While Puck is left contemplating this insanity... I drive Yali and Patience back to the park for some running around in high high winds...
As we wrap that up less than an hour later, Yali is invited to play at cousin Ja's for a few hours... so he's shuttled there next with a box of LEGOS and Dummy 13's...
Back home post-lunch Puck dumps out the kitchen spice drawer for Patience to clean... he's feeling a little Project Manager today... fortunately for him, Patience obliges (she loves to clean things... sometimes...)...
And out again in eighty degrees to the studio for a private lesson... as the wind drives in a heavy cloud country of blue and gray ruffles for the mid-afternoon...
It's later in the day and Yali is in foul humor for some reason I can't entirely tell what... marches up the stairs with an entire 8-man tent strapped to his back... “I'M RUNNING AWAY!” he announces throwing open the front door... “GOOD DAY!”... I about expect him to add a “madam” at the end as he slams the door... watching from the window however, I see that by “run away” he fully means “run away to the side yard” where he is already unpacking the tent...
Shortly later Sally arrives early for movie night for discussion on lumber exports, controlled burns, and videotape of F-22s...
Meanwhile Yali is now outside spraying himself in the face with the garden hose and Patience is jumping on the trampoline wearing my yellow rain boots and Puck's old orange winter coat zipped up backwards...
Linnea-Irish joins later in time for homemade sausages from the Men's Club at church and a viewing of “House of Secrets” (1936), which somehow leads to extensive discussion on the circumstances of “women of the night” during the Oregon Trail era and how it probably paid better than being a school teacher... and other similar enlightening topics...