Prep Day
Puck is always a study in thought processes. The other day after school, he ran off to play with Eddie and another kid I hadn’t met. I could see the three boys chatting in the street outside Eddie’s house. About fifteen minutes later when I shut things down for homework, Puck sauntered back inside, hands in his pockets, sucker in his mouth.
“Candy, Puck? What have I told you about taking candy from strangers?”
“He’s not a stranger. He’s Eddie’s friend. Besides, I wanted to eat the sucker ’cause it makes me look cool.”
That, with the green marker stains on his face from school. So cool. Later, he compounded that with blueberry juice from a bowl of frozen blueberries for dessert. Walking color chart.
Or take Sunday, for instance. Turns out he told his Sunday School teacher that he thought it was a good idea if they started having healthy snacks on Sunday mornings.
“Oh, I’ll bet the other kids loved that idea,” I told him.
“They agreed with me,” he explained. “I suggested we have peppers.”
Leave it to Puck to convince his whole Sunday School class that peppers are actually better than donuts for a Sunday morning snack.
Anyway, with these sorts of conversations for a general staple of my day, life is rarely – if ever – boring.
Tuesday afternoon I ran over to Ditto where I dug through the creepy basement for the first time. I wondered if there was a reason for the sign on the door which read: “PLEASE LEAVE THE BASEMENT LIGHTS ON AT ALL TIMES.” Maybe it wasn’t all in caps – I can’t remember – but it felt like it should be.
Nothing like some boxes of moth-eaten Oscar de la Renta and Burberry to sort through for two hours. Before I left, we wrapped up a case of rose-speckled Haviland china for Mom. She’d had her eye on it the past week.
Honey white at Great Harvest; switched it up.
By this time, the sunshine and fifty-degree range weather had slipped a bit. Gray skies. More January in flavor again after a near-balmy weekend.
Puck came storming out of the gym for a huge squeeze, almost plastered me into the brick wall.
After delivering the china to the big house, Puck and I returned for homework, dinner, and packing. Oxbear joined in at the last minute for his own dinner while Puck sat in his footies on the couch with a few minutes of Terraria, collecting unicorn horns and whatever else it is they do together.
Minnesota tomorrow.