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Saturday, May 5, 2012

All day – OLeif wrote his sermon.
Puck scarfed down biscuits and bacon for breakfast as the morning started out warm.
After twenty minutes in the corner, Puck sprang from the leather couch in his red footies, bolting to the deck door, throwing it wide open and yelling into the air…
“Get out of there, birds!”
OLeif and Collette exchanged glances across the kitchen table.
“Even has to boss the birds around…” Collette mused.
Puck marched back inside, pleased with himself for orchestrating the arrangement of the natural elements…
“Did you have to fill your quota of telling animals what to do? Bud?” OLeif asked.
“What’s a coda?”
“Why do you feel like you need to boss people around?”
“I don’t know… I’m just a silly man.”

OLeif braked briefly at eleven to help Puck eradicate the infectious ant colony invading the house in a nest by the front driveway, involving chalk, oranges, and the garden hose, after-which Puck swept up the driveway and deck – even tried the kitchen counter before Collette caught him. He was very serious about total annihilation…
“I’m the ant trapper man! If an ant can do it, I can do it.”
Whatever that meant…

Brief concern from Puck during another corner session that he looked “like a girl” because he had accidentally gotten some spit in his eye…

The afternoon waned into heat. Puck tried emerging after Quiet Hour, but quickly returned…
“It’s like a pail of hot fire waiting for someone to eat it.”
Instead, there were fascinating documentaries on coral reefs and giant redwoods, keeping Puck in spell-bind.
And OLeif escorted in a make-your-own Papa Murphy’s kid’s “Mini Murph” pizza kit, which he and Puck put together for dinner.
And Silky’s later that night over “The Twilight Zone”.

“Hollywood’s a great place to live . . . if you’re a grapefruit.”

– Rod Serling