Palm Sunday
Sunday, April 17, 2011
In which there was much music and food and Baby Hesed learns a new art…
Sunday was busy enough.
Puck’s last day to be three.
Service: new members and baptisms.
Congregational meeting: poor finances.
Sunday School: Babe Ruth teaching.
Second service: children singing with palm branches; Puck refused, as expected, to participate.
Back to the house where Francis dragged Puck around by his feet with Trooper’s lead rope, the little man giggling throughout.
Carrie proposed the idea of purchasing a bunny, to Puck.
“You can’t have a bunny, Sun! They pinch you all the time!”
Puck decided to go outside.
“Watch out for the green tarp!” Rose called after him. “There’s a dead mouse on it!”
Puck was not so successful in avoiding this obstacle, despite his confidence that he had.
“Guess what, Mama! I didn’t step on the dead mice!”
Meanwhile, Indian war drums were blasting for the basement. Joe came upstairs, laughing…
”This is what I’m going to play in the school cafeteria on Native American Day.”
Then the wailing started.
And everyone commented on the dancing of Native Americans and of Augustus’ Native American heritage, and of dressing up Puck like an Indian — that was Rose’s contribution (and also of teaching him how to excavate in the backyard).
Then the girls teased Francis about watching I Love Lucy and Ratatouille every night in the basement as he was falling asleep. Francis denied this charge, but his face was red.
“Man!” said Rose, as the wailing from the basement continued. “I could be an Indian drummer.”
Roast and sweet potatoes over People will Talk with Cary Grant.
And Linnea was at church with the Plums.
3:00.
Puck’s first Classical concert.
New Melle’s Catholic church.
Bluebell was featured as the soloist in Vivaldi’s Autumn.
It was an enjoyable concert, Bluebell played admirably, and there were congratulations given to Bluebell and a light reception wherein Puck was tickled by his Uncle Izzy and saw ‘Miss Stacie-June’ again over a plate of goldfish crackers, peanuts, and cashews.
On the way back to the house, Puck finally found his singing voice…
“Hosannah! The Son of David! Hosannah! The Son of David! Hosannah! The Son of David! Hosannah! The Son of David!… And that’s all. I never run out of batteries.”
To church.
Palm Sunday dinner.
Linnea had arrived an hour early to put door hangers in the surrounding neighborhoods, inviting the community to the Easter egg hunt the following Sunday.
Their table was completed with the Ryes and Evangeline’s mother, and Mollie, and Gaston.
During the meal, Collette was shocked to hear that Goofy, at eighteen years old, was engaged to be married.
After their table had been called first, in the luck of the draw, as number 8… the feast commenced. And fortunately there was a ton of good ham which Collette could, indeed, eat.
Up until this time, Puck had eagerly been crawling around with Baby Hesed, showing him how to crawl under the rows of stacked chairs, giggling together, etc. Then, as Sinai was thanking the families who had structured the meal and coordinated everything…
“…and the Plums for putting together the meal for us.”
Applause.
Baby Hesed took it in his mind to chase after Puck, and off he went walking for the first time to the hoots and cheers of his dinner table!
Perfect timing altogether.
That night, OLeif and Joe were up till 11:30 back home working on website design, after Joe had brought over a half gallon of peanut butter cup ice cream to share.