Progress on Several Counts

A late-school start of 9:45 left Puck practicing pole vaulting in the living room with a wood pole he dug up somewhere. With mild success. During breakfast he had fully entertained himself singing “I Would Walk 500 Miles” with as genuine a Scottish accent as he could manage after much repetition. “Fousand,” as he put it.

“Isn’t that a great Irish accent, Mom?”

I spent my morning cleaning – huge surprise – although I didn’t get around to removing the chocolate smudges on our yellow bedspread. I think El Oso must have fallen asleep eating chocolate last night. Puck thought it was pretty funny anyway.

When we picked up Puck on his first day of school his very first comment had been, “I think I have homework.”
Not so today. Wednesdays are homework-free, so we drove out to the Big House as usual.

Carrie had just found an atrocious musical group, basically a guy with a keyboard – Athletic Sports Band – who had composed a beauty of a piece entitled “David Freese has Ice Water in His Veins.”

“I can’t believe I paid ninety-nine cents for that,” she grinned. “I’m kind of glad I did.”

Mom was washing salad for dinner. Puck helped – “helped” – hunkered over the sink picking out potentially tasty pieces to chew.

“Can I eat this?”

“Sure, honey.”

“Oh wait. This piece looks great. Can I have all the white pieces?”

How did I get a kid that eats scraps out of the salad bowl?

We left after Puck played with the kids down the road for awhile, involved in the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge on their driveway. It was the first Puck had heard of it.

As I peppered the broccoli for El Oso’s dinner – yuck – a roll of thunder in the west: pop up. Twenty minutes later: deluge, super cracks of lightning, huge and repetitive space rockets of thunder. This was definitely more like August, and probably the best storm of the year to date. Taking in a tense game on the old laptop.