Of a Saturday

Saturday, November 5, 2011
In which a somewhat unorthodox Saturday is conducted…

Collette prepared a traditional South American breakfast, or what she liked to think was a South American breakfast – preparation for the future – of black beans and a fried egg on top. Talking about cowboy songs with OLeif…
“Look,” he said, nodding out the glass door.
“There’s a chicken in our yard,” Collette stood up to look. “Two. Three. Three chickens in our yard. Why.”
“Want me to go corral them? I hope they stay here and then we have a group of wild chickens that runs around our neighborhood.”
Collette was not impressed.

The day was warming and golden. Maybe one of the last of its kind of the year.

After around two hours of Minecraft, or something in the vicinity with most of Puck’s uncles, at one o’clock they joined Gloria for Christy’s Burgers, which were very good. Puck took two lemonades, which pleased him more than the burger.
Then back to the Silverspoon’s for Gloria to rake the lawn before taking Puck to pick up Sebastian’s special dog food. And Theodore and OLeif discussed discussions on the deck after Theodore had returned from teaching all day to finish off a cigar.

On the way home, Puck was practically falling asleep. OLeif resorted to saying silly things to keep him laughing…
“Mama’s the Queen of all Cookies!”
Puck grinned, his eyes half-open…
“Joke.”
The evening concluded with some comedy, Cakesters (which somehow didn’t taste quite as good anymore…), and a fall back on the clocks.

“…though men torment themselves wretchedly throughout their whole life, still they lose their pains, if they have not faith in Christ as the rule of their life.”
– John Calvin’s Commentary: John 6:29