Play by Play

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Puck and the girls were watching bunny heaven in the back yard. Bounding bun-buns in greener pastures and sunshine, Snuggles frantically tearing at the glass hoping for breakfast.
“Stop painting the window, Snuggles,” Carrie commanded. “You look like a nincompoop.”
Shouts from the basement…
“What’s going on down there?”
Francis and Puck were up to something…
“Nothing. I’m just making Puck into a burrito.”
Puck emerged from the wrap later, carrying a stack of petrified dishes up from the basement, Francis following behind him.
“That’s nice of you to help Uncle Francis,” said Collette.
“Now I get to watch my own Andy Griffith,” Puck explained the barter. “I had no other choice I fink [think].”
“No, you didn’t,” Francis grinned.
Mom and Collette took a walk with the kids, Francis joining them partway on his red Ruckus, Linnea on Joe’s red bike, and Puck on his red Strider. But once again the day was already getting too warm.

Eleda joined Linnea and Francis on the drive out to the wrong church to rehearse for the last choir concert of the year, which would take place later that night.
Collette assisted Carrie in analyzing blueprint measurements.
The cat pawed wildly at the door, driving Puck, and subsequently Collette, a little insane.
Mom napped.
A yawn of a Tuesday afternoon.

Prior to departure, Puck was working on his second almond butter and grape jelly sandwich pocket.
“I think I’m going to master the trumpet over the summer,” Francis announced, walking up the stairs.
He fell asleep on the couch with his math books.
And the Cards beat the Cubs.

Snuggles was driving everyone bananas.
“Ok, Snugs,” Carrie said finally.
She pulled out a sack of tape rolls and a stack of stapled paper and cut it up into strips, making two paper chains, which she attached via feline harness to the offending cat. He rattle-clacked across the street to impossibly chase the hopping happy bunnies through fields of green and gold.

So… everyone but Rose, who was participating in a social dinner somewhere, drove out to the choir concert now in its 17th spring season.
Grandma Combs was already present with Mom.
Considering it was already past Puck’s bedtime, he paid semi-attention to the six or so pieces featuring Latin and Spanish lyrics, and South Africa. Charlie, German, and Izzy would occasionally pop their heads back to see what he was up to.
The Concert Choir was decent for the most part, despite a few verboten laughers, which always made things interesting, while Carrie caught up in some Persian reading, OLeif studied on the parking lot, and Grandma Combs had passed out a bag of strawberry fruit snacks to Puck. Immediately gobbled.
Following the usual traditionals, Mr. English walked down the aisle to tease Puck with a popping handshake. Puck giggled…
“You have a very nice looking young man,” he told Collette.