Puck's New Trick
Puck had officially learned how to wave. Throughout his entire breakfast, he shook his arm up and down grinning his happiest of all grins, very proud with his efforts. His interest in his cereal and applesauce came second only to his excitement of his new trick.
“Bah bah!” he yelled.
“Shhhhh, Puck! Indoor voice.”
Collette was feeling more and more like a genuine mom.
On the home front, it was spring. The thick gray mist of the morning had been warmed away by lunch. What had been left of the snow from the rain of the previous afternoon, was quickly melting.
Inside, Puck was continuing to wave at everyone throughout the day, sometimes in concentration, sometimes with giggles.
Come later in the afternoon, Mom and Carrie-Bri went off to pick out paint for the basement, which was getting a re-haul after eleven years.
The day was beautiful. Collette had already taken the giggling Puck on a walk in the neighborhood between algebra sessions. Linnea followed, as did Frances on his bike, trailing through the extra thick patches of slush and mud.
“Watch this, Collette! My bike is a foot deep in slush!”
And indeed it was.
By the afternoon, Rose flew threw the house straight from class, grumpy that her pants were not yet fully dried in the dryer.
“Ah! Why does this always happen to me?” she cried, running through the kitchen, also running late.
One of Rose’s pet peeves was finding her clothes undried in the dryer. One of Mom’s pet peeves was finding that Rose had taken out the still-damp load of clothes, set them on the clothes hamper, and then single-dried the piece of clothing she desired. It was a vicious cycle. It happened at least once a week while Collette and Puck were over at the house.
After a bowl of cereal, Rose was out the door again for Advanced Ceramics and then to work for the night.
Puck, meanwhile, sat on the floor with Joe, who taught him about footballs (Puck’s mini football), which Puck was enjoying very much. He tried his hardest to chew it, but wasn’t all too successful. Then Joe hit the studies and it was time to call it a day.
The evenings were getting lighter, longer. Collette wasn’t an entire fan of the spring, especially when it came so early. But spring was still beautiful, and she appreciated the cool winds, the greenery, and the storms of course.