Puck's Calvin Side

Garbled shrieks and meows echoed from the stairwell early that morning. After a brief, yet luxurious, taste of freedom on Friday, reinforcements had been issued on Stalag 58, and Snickers howled in protest.

Finally, after a week of indoor isolation, Puck returned to the great outdoors, streaming with sunshine on a stomach full of more eggs and bacon. He began shoveling piles of snow into the street, watching cars smash through them at greater than the legal 25 MPH, shrieking with laughter. Later I discovered that these hills of snow also contained some of Sebastian’s unmentionables. Puck commemorated this event with an original song, from whose lyrics I will spare the world.

Theodore and Gloria returned from their quiet week in Branson at 2:30, bringing Colombian coffee for El Oso, a chocolate orange for me, and a small Lego kit for Puck. Winners. Puck spent some time piecing together the Lego kit at the kitchen counter, getting frustrated when the pieces wouldn’t fit properly.

“Those little boogers tricked me!” he declared. (I think he meant “buggers”.)

Snickers watched the action from the other side of the glass deck door. The snow had melted into Irish spring, damp yard, moss-backed wet black trees. Puck finished his Lego model, with satisfaction, with only about fourteen pieces left over, for a mud bath in the back lawn. It was about time.

While Theodore and El Oso left to pick up pork steaks, ribs, and brisket from the BBQ man down the road, Gloria mixed salads and Puck fiddled with the TV remote which was clearly not cooperating with him.

“Why is it acting so innocently like it didn’t do anything?!”

Then, before Carrie helped Irish get ready for the swing dance, we caught up on the family’s Myers-Briggs personality types over IM. (These are very important analyzations to document and consider.) We discovered that none of us seem to have the same type, but Mom and the boys are all E, and Dad and the girls are I, which we knew already.

Puck’s Blog: Day #21

Well, I was thinking to myself on the swing while I was spinning myself to sleep – I wasn’t doing that, just spinning myself sick – then I thought to myself, I will make a mud ball to tricking Mom into thinking, “Yuck!” And then I showed you and you didn’t get tricked. But then after awhile I dropped it three times. And the third time I made it into a face. Then I went inside and got one chocolate and then I put (the mud ball) on some tin foil and then the next day it was dry.