Reconstruction

There’s nothing like feeling decent again. Even if you’re low on nutrition and scrappy in church clothes, dirty hair, and no toothbrush. There’s still nothing else quite like it. It was still dark and Puck had an announcement across the floor to me…

“Mom! My tooth is really loose!”

Still, being a mom as I am, I kept hawk eyes on the smiling young man lounging on the leather loveseat watching a Christmas Peter Rabbit special. Just in case. But I guess when Puck was a little worried that I was depriving him of more Saltine crackers, things were looking up…

“How come you get as much as you want, Mom?”

Gloria stocked us with chicken broth and seltzer, supplied the basement bathroom with bath mats and other amenities, and The Bear duffled over some new clothes after checking in on Crackers. So we had it made for the morning, despite those residual stomachaches.

“How’s that tooth coming, bud? Still loose?”

Wiggle, wiggle.

“Not so much. Give it time.”

Unfortunately for myself, my gut kept cramping up every time I got off the couch, and sore back, muscle-sore throat, sinus headache, so… there was that.

Curly knocked in from Nashville sometime in the mid-afternoon.

We got home by five to clear up some of the cloud from the last 36 hours.

The last thoughts from Puck as he was falling asleep…

“Get out of here, cat. I’m trying to sleep so it can be Christmas morning… My cuticles are disobeying, Dad…”

‘Dad’ was leaving for Walgreens. Even with all the Christmas gift openings each year, it was pretty much impossible for The Bear to stand a Christmas morning without offering some kind of gifts under the tree. So he visited Walgreen’s.

Thought of the Day

Inspired by another recent devotional from my dad… I find it completely fascinating that at any time in history, the life of a “nobody” is just as important and valuable as the life of a “somebody”. God was just as interested in the unrecorded soul living three thousand miles away from Joseph in Ancient Egypt or any other documented being of the time. King David was no more important than little Mei-Wing in pre-record Cathay or warrior Black Feather in ancient British Columbia. [I’m sure that’s racist, but I don’t mean it.]