Monday, Monday

Monday, August 15, 2011
In which the quiet comes back again like every Monday…

Puck waved off OLeif on the motorcycle that morning as usual. One more hug, and another…
“You’re the goodest daddy ever!”

Back to quiet neighborhoods and uncertain skies. Renaissance music and open windows.
Work:
Puck sorted out the majority of his old armada of toys to ‘give away to the babies’. He was left with a few special personal items, gifts from family. A basket of stuffed animals. And of course his large collection of books. It was a satisfying purge, and Puck was oddly excited to do it.

The sky was silvered over, a prequel to autumn, and very pleasant. Cool enough for leggings, even a sweater into the middle afternoon, and the highs to be 83, though it did seem as though that prediction would be attained.

Daily 30-minute walks.
Library books.
These were Mondays.

Around the dinner hour, Puck was caught speaking rudely. Collette placed him in the corner beside her…
“You need to sit there for awhile and think in your heart about asking God for forgiveness.”
“Well, Mama,” he said seriously. “I don’t have a heart anymore because I threw it away.”
And while Collette was slicing his dessert peach…
“Don’t tear your little fingers off, Mama. Else or I’ll heal them and put them in prison for disobedience.”

OLeif returned to truck out the last week of his summer course.
Storm Weather Shanty Choir on Spotify.

In other news…
Lucia got the job at Nordstrom’s as Fashion Consultant.
And Joe was hiking Pike’s Peak.