One Month In

We were still in the heart of Indian Summer. I certainly wasn’t complaining. Neither was Crackers. She watched life happen through the screens of open windows. It is also the season of the wooly bugs, crawling as fast as insect-ly possible across the pavement in the wake of speeding automobiles. To date, I have no kills. And I’d like to keep it that way.

Anyway, I spent those sunshine-y hours doing what I usually do best on a Monday morning. All that brass and silver to shine. My brass and silver comes in the form of OpenOffice and Google documents. That’s right – I do things the hard way.

Shook things up with a drive to the post office and Dierbergs for organic things and 100% things and “whole” things.

Puck enjoyed a special pancake breakfast at school that morning, in reward for collecting $100 or more during the biathlon back in September. The pancakes also seemed to be athletic in nature, vaulting through the air onto students’ trays.

“I caught three pancakes on my plate,” Puck told me proudly after I picked him up from school.

I pictured sketches from “Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs.”

Dinner involved Puck shoveling chicken and garden vegetables during a viewing of one of his favorites, “House Hunters International.” That evening’s episode featured Cannes, France. Puck’s eyes bugged when he heard about monks and prisons.

“Wow … I’ve gotta go to French!”

Lingering gold light. Puck ran outside to join the neighbor girls. Anna was raking leaves in the street. I heard a wagon go flying down the pavement from one house to the other, Puck stashed stomach-down in the back. His voice carried above them all.

“WE’LL BE BACK IN A JIFFY!”

Sweated through like a proper boy, I sent him to the shower before cozying down with Crackers for the evening. It must be fun being a boy.