May 11

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Puck was presented peanut butter toast for breakfast that morning. Collette moved Donkey onto the counter to watch Puck.

“Donkey’s a peanut butter man!” said Puck happily.

Later in the morning…

“What are you doing, Puck?” Collette asked him, as he loudly sucked in his breath.

“I’m makin’ a blessing!” he declared. “Ah-ah-ah-ah-choo!”

Then he called his toys to order.

“Come here, ball,” he commanded. “Come here to me. He’s bein’ obedient to me.”

It was a good day to chase around Puck’s high-bouncing rubber balls, both large and small, and his ‘Christmas ball’ from Grandma Combs. He ran up and down the driveway tossing them and catching them and rolling them down to Collette at the mailbox, wearing his new green ‘fwip-fwops’.

And then inside for a lunch of pasta salad mixed with cherry tomatoes, chick peas, corn, green peas, and goat cheese, and then wedges of baby oranges and honey roasted peanuts for dessert. Collette tried to stuff as many healthy things into her young man as possible. And Puck hardly ever complained. Collette was everlastingly thankful that he had not inherited her inclination to expunge vegetables from his diet.

Meanwhile, it was OLeif’s night to be gone with his buddies.

And late, late that night, the thunderstorms cracked across St. Louis with some amazing power.