One More Round
I pushed a whole bowl of oatmeal with honey and cinnamon down my throat for breakfast. I have issues with honey. Every time I think about honey, I think about Egypt, because honey has been discovered in tombs thousands of years after burial – still edible – which makes me think about death and decay and mummies and stringing brains out through noses, carving out organs and stuffing them in cookie jars, and … that’s why I don’t really like eating honey. [Unfortunately, I wrote all that before I had actually finished the “whole bowl” of oatmeal …]
I had some reading to finish and Crackers was meowing lonely thoughts, so I killed those two birds by stretching out on the sunshine of the yellow bedspread with a purring cat and completed Strange Fire. Then Puck joined me. Decided to lounge on my back with a bag of unsalted [that was a mistake] pretzels, and sniffed at my gray sweater …
“Why does you shirt smell like flowers of the valley?” he asked.
Sometimes there are no good answers.
The afternoon was so mild, people were mowing lawns and trimming trees.
“Dad, Dad!! I made new friends!! Can I go play with them?”
“He’s your son,” Gloria teased me, stuffing the turkey with wedges of apple and onion.
Puck was soon crashing into piles of leaves in the yard, catty-corner, while Theodore and Bær watched the grill on the patio with a cigar or two, and Gloria left for the last fifteen minutes of a wedding shower for one of the old home school families. And then a different home school family dropped by to check out Gloria’s china cabinet. These roots run a lot stronger than I could have guessed when I was a kid watching the future.
The completed turkey, brown and crackling, arrived in the kitchen just before it got dark to share with sweet potatoes and more Dick Van Dyke.
You might say we’re a little spoiled.
Puck’s Blog: Day #8
Well … I went into a huge leaf pile that they had in the leaf pile at Nana’s. And it was super fun. We had an acorn fight. And there was lots of stuff to do that day. So much, in fact, I almost forgot about Minecraft. Well, I guess that’s not true. It was actually Saturday on that day, real Saturday. It was a really good day.