Puck's Imaginations

Monday, June 27, 2011
In which the day begins with an appropriate amount of crashing thunder…

Thunderstorms.
Enough rain to make motorcycling out of the question.

Puck came in for a morning wrestle with his daddy.
“We’re going to practice your numbers today, Puck,” Collette told him.
Puck immediately started in…
“One, two, three, four, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, six, seven, nine, ten, eleven, thirteen! I know them!”
Then he found the empty heavy English Barley Wine bottle and stuck it on his big toe…
“I got a big toe that just grew!” he cried.
He was his father’s son.

In the kitchen, he opened the fridge to find his breakfast pear. He saw the heavy whipping cream…
“We have shaving cream!?”
He continued the better part of the first meal of the day with his sunnies on. And then his faulty bowl of oatmeal tipped over…
“You are very very very very naughty, bowl and spoon! You think you’re doing good things when you do that. But you’re not!”

Into the morning… discussing various aspects of the 16th century… The Koh-i-Noor diamond of Delhi, Pope Paul IV, peasant uprisings, the Swedish king with ‘strong ideas’… Puck summarized…
“And the Koh-i-Noor diamond will come and squish him dead!”
This was the kid who made his own adventures all of the time, including Saturday at the Silverspoon’s where he was hiding in the bushes…
“Mama, you want to have an adventure with me?”
Who wouldn’t.
This followed with mentions of space bikes, lava (purple and red), caves, secret gates, and incorporation of the grumpy cats…
“She’s my friend now,” said Puck. “She does my work for me every day.”
He was shortly later diverted because…
“Aliens are coming for us!”

The day continued:
applying for contract positions for Dad
library summer reading program
fifteen minutes sun
weeding
Hershey’s (since custard was not consumed on Sunday)
1/3 down on first book of ten-part series
researching further contacts for contract positions
weeding
mosquitoes
mixing up vanilla ice cream for the boys, coloring it pink (red didn’t take, as Puck had requested…)
library summer reading program
walk (indoors to avoid mosquitoes)
pork cutlets

And Puck was busy chasing down the mosquitoes, which he thought were flies.
“That bug was buzzing in my ear again! He was very bad! He is a bad fly, and not a good fly. He is very bad!”

Somewhere in the evening, the spraying buzz of firecrackers.