Nothing Goes Together
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Garden green and rain.
Just right for April.
Puck enjoyed cocoa and James Harriet on cassette while Collette washed up the breakfast dishes. Then he saw a sparrow on the porch stoop and requested a “book about birds” and his “detective shoes”, so he could research.
He was allowed a Veggie Tales prior to lunch. He threw his arms around his mama’s neck in a tight hug…
“I love you so much, Mama! For letting me watch a Veggie Tales!”
“Well,” Collette grunted past the suffocating squeeze, “I hope you’d love me even if I didn’t let you watch it.”
“I do! I love both of you!”
– The hug continued to tighten as he continued… –
“I love you more than the seas, more than trees, more than the birds love their chicks… I love you more than a lamp. You’re so kind to me. And I love your most of the family. I love you so much!”
An ad for lemon yellow motorcycle jumpsuits arrived in the mail for OLeif. They were also available in an orange sherbet color, and dark sky blue.
Luke and Leia were down to their final two visitations of the spring. And, considering the measure of sogginess in the ground, the level of clean in the floorboards, and factoring three pairs of feet into the mix, Collette opted to keep them indoors.
They had also brought miniature donuts, prepared by their older brothers…
“I’m sorry about this,” their mom was saying. “But they were a little distracted and put too much salt in them…”
Of course, the kids couldn’t tell. As six donuts vanished in a twinkling.
The boys got busy with a sort of Princess & The Pea inspired contraption of stacked pillows in Puck’s room.
Collette was employed in reading library books to those who were interested…
“Puck?” Leia asked, pointing to a drawing of the sun. “Did you know the sun is made of cheese?”
“No, it’s not, Leia. The sun is not made of cheese. It’s made of fire.”
The boys were busy one-upping each other in good nature, as usual.
“I know how to do some twike… twike won do,” Puck insisted.
“Show me…” Luke replied. “That’s not Tae Kwon Do. Let me show you. This… is a roundhouse.”
The boys were soon slugging each other with pillows.
And the afternoon dragged on under Peter Spier skies…
Rose had called in about huge nachos she didn’t finish and the newest addition to the tiny Snicketts apartment – another female cat.
As Collette prepared the oven for a hot chicken dinner, things were a little too quiet in the back…
“Puck? What are you doing?”
“Dancing on your bed!”
Indeed, he was.
Later, a scream into a fit of tears from the living room. Always something…
“What happened?”
“I dropped your picture behind the piano!”
Yup…
Rembrandt’s “Scholar in Meditation”.
Busted.
The corner of the frame had split wide open. At least the glass was intact. Collette put it back on the piano and hid the corner with a stack of Cardinal’s DVDs.
Puck was consoled.
Thursday evenings were always the quietest with OLeif out and about with buddies and pizza. But nothing that couldn’t be remedied for Collette with a little more baseball.
Sadly, word came in that the former boss of OLeif, Carrie-Bri, Lucia, and Rose had pled guilty of fraud. He likely faced up to eight years in prison. His brother’s fate had not yet been determined.
Weird day.