More Vacuums

Collette and Puck stayed home from church that morning. Collette needed to rest her knee, which she had placed in a wrap. And watching her baby run around church for four and a half hours, was not ideal for her healing process. Because there would be no visit at the house for the day, as Linnea was still recovering from her illness.
Puck came walking into the kitchen to find Collette.
“Hurt?” he said, tapping one side of his head. “Hurt? Wight dair?”
Collette kissed his head.
“Hurt wight dair?” he said again, pointing to the other side.
Collette kissed his head on the other side. And Puck seemed satisfied.
Then he very importantly showed her yellow paint spots that he had found on the windowsill in the living room.
And after having left his “vacuum” (computer mouse) at the house on Friday afternoon, and Collette had told him that it was “being repaired in the shop”, Puck decided that a stick he had found in the yard several weeks ago would work just as well as a vacuum cleaner. So would the kitchen crumb brush.
He did all this, happily, while listening to Burl Ives from sun-up to sun-down.
And cold weather and gray skies had rolled in by the time OLeif worked from another afternoon session at work to prepare for the coming week. Winds ran around expiring crab apple and tulip tree blossoms, signifying the coming of much colder weather that night.