May 24

Monday, May 24, 2010

Monday was not going so well. By 10:45, Puck’s hands were plastered in pink magic marker. He had dark red and yellow pollen stains on his face and shorts. He had swallowed a small rubber headphone piece. And spilled motor oil in a rather large puddle on the bedroom floor, despite the child-proof cap. How he managed such catastrophes during the timeframe of Collette starting the laundry or washing her hands, who could say?

The day was warm.

Pulling weeds around the beautiful red tiger lilies, in what Puck called his ‘forest’.

Quesadillas.

Book reading.

Re-organizing Puck’s bedroom.

Rose arrived for a Monday Movie Night which involved Grandma Combs’ loaned Korean version of the British Lady Killers. And OLeif had picked up one of Rose’s favorites: ruffled potato chips and sour cream-onion dip.