November 5
Friday, November 5, 2010
Another quiet day at home…
The morning began with a new baby house, this time a dark green one, at Puck’s request, with windows, another special request, which OLeif sculpted for him before leaving for work and put in the oven again.
There was no tutoring that morning, due to Francis’ services being requested to help move several people’s possessions to various places before preparing to set up a swing dance that night, which he and Linnea-Irish would be attending.
Collette could not quite picture her mischievous fifteen year-old brother swing dancing…
And that evening, there would be no comedy night, due to the fact that Rose had been invited by Alfonso and Jimmy Dean to Applebee’s for dinner.
Around 9:30, Collette caught the Puckster, just in time, hiding under the kitchen table with the next unopened Milka Chocolate Creme bar.
Off for a walk into the cold morning. Quite cold, in fact. If people were hardly out during the day in recent warmer weather, they were certainly all bundled up inside that day.
Puck seemed to have finally given up the idea of a regular nap. Indeed, the idea had been wearing off for the last six months at least. And so he had more officially graduated to the ‘quiet hour’, instead. And with his baby houses, naturally.
The afternoon…
MacArthur sermons.
Puck helping with the laundry.
Puck requesting that baby houses be painted on his hands as he stomped awkwardly through the house in Collette’s new wellies.
Making little clay marbles in different colors, two per marble.
He then rocked his head back and forth to Silly Songs with Larry from Veggie Tales… oh, strange reminders from olden days at Kirk of the Hills, days of Carrie wearing her dinosaur jumper to Sunday School, being the odd home-schooled kids that the other Kirk Day School kids just couldn’t make out whether they should be jealous of, or to think them quite peculiar.
And Carrie found a knit poncho for Puck, almost the same as Collette’s.
Dinner came quickly, including for Puck: oranges from South Africa and peppers from El Salvador.
Sometimes the quiet days passed almost as quickly as the busy.
And Collette had a whopper of a canker-sore, unlike any she had had in years.
“What happened in there, Mama?” Puck asked, when Collette could hardly talk, due to the pain.
“Some sugars got in there and started dancing around,” she told him.
Puck looked at her seriously and said, “I’m gonna have Daddy to tell those sugars to stop dancing.”
And another quiet evening, watching a Lebanese-French documentary suggested by Carrie: Caramel.
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