Monday's Visitors
Monday, April 30, 2007
Puck was found giggling a little to himself that morning and spent part of his waking hours staring intently at the contrasting orange walls and white trim in the study while sucking madly on his pacifier, pretty much as if his life depended on it. And the dishwasher had begun to hiccup during its wash cycle. Also, the bath plumbing had taken to moaning like a sinking ocean liner from time to time.
Collette decided that taking a walk that day would be pretty much out of the question. For the last day in April, the highs were supposed to reach near 90 degrees, enough to wilt the new green leaves on all the trees. So instead, she and Puck waited around the house until Ivy showed up later that afternoon with lunch and to visit with them both for awhile.
She stayed for two and a half hours, talking over various things regarding church, the office, Session, etc. It was good to see her again, to hear stories and listen to life things going on with herself and Nicodemus and Megan.
Come afternoon, the winds were hot. Collette heard the little snow cone mobile ringing its bell up and down the street throughout the neighborhood as it did every afternoon. And OLeif prepared to purchase grass seed before the monsoon set in for the rest of the week.
Collette still looked forward to the time when Puck would be a little more mobile, a little more adjustable. Anyone who needed seven meals a day was a little less flexible with life; but that was just the way of babies.
Come evening, Theodore, Denae, and Izzy dropped by with the rocking glider for Puck’s room. Denae had covered the cushions in bright sun yellow cloth. She had also brought back the bright orange cloth to make curtains for the office and another piece of cloth covered in brightly colored whimsical circles for Puck’s room. And Theodore helped OLeif knock down the rotting basketball pole in the backyard after OLeif had finished mowing the lawn. Once again, the crop of puffball dandelions had temporarily been removed. Meanwhile, Izzy held Puck who was as limp as a rag doll, ready for a long sleep after another hard day’s work.
In other news, Collette heard that Virginia Blots, down in Shreveport, was making college plans to major in biochemistry. Virginia had always reminded Collette of freckles and wild horses for some reason. So the biochemistry didn’t exactly fit that mold, but Collette could still somehow see her studying such a subject.
Saint Louis had hit a record heat that day – a full boiling 91 degrees. Honey bees seemed to be disappearing from their colonies across the United States for some unexplained reason. And there was a tasty chocolate coffee-iced cake in the fridge from Skagen Pinks who had provided them their Sunday dinner (which ended up becoming Monday’s instead). To Collette’s embarrassment, as un-hungry as she had been for the past two weeks, she still managed to eat nearly four slices throughout the course of the afternoon and evening.
And Mercy had returned from Scotland, the land of her forefathers.
“I like to stomp on ducks.” – random Curly IM away message