Rollin' Rollin'
While Joe and Jaya were probably snorkeling around the Grand Caymans that morning, Puck put together his own seaworthy garb for the day: paper pirate hat and eye patch from dinner at Steak ‘n Shake with Mom and Dad on Thursday evening.
“Time for math, eh, me dog?” he snarled at me from the kitchen.
Before lunch I caught him snooping through his box of leftover grilled cheese from said restaurant:
“These French fries taste delish.”
With the days finally being warm, a little too warm to be balmy anymore, we had to leave the windows closed. Waves of rain clouds floated through the wind and sun before lunch, not dropping anything yet.
Puck and I watched animal clips during lunch and discussed rhinoceroses:
“Would they attack you?”
“Sure. If you bothered them. They’re very dangerous creatures.”
“Would he still attack someone if they were just smelling roses?”
Puck should write a book.
During Quiet Hour, we got our downpour, cracking thunder. Just what we always look for on those late spring afternoons.
Our stop by the library ended with Puck indirectly signing up for the Lego Club, eager to display his creations for all library goers to view once a month.
Come evening, Carrie and I watched a disappointing game prior to Rose blasting through the door with about five bags of snacks, including cheese sticks, Italian ices, and Klondike bars, while giving Ricky directions to our house – again.
“He started going the wrong way down 70,” she explained.
Shortly after Ricky walked through the door, he asked a still-awake Puck if he could play the violin. Puck, in jams, “trying” to fall asleep, said he wasn’t so sure that would be a good idea. So instead, Ricky pulled out the mandolin and plunked away at it for awhile. Then I’m pretty sure Carrie threatened to hit him with my personalized Louisville slugger if he didn’t stop. That’s about the time he asked to borrow her cello; she agreed:
“Anything is better than starting with the violin,” she consented, probably relieved that the mandolin was being locked up for the night.
“Okay, okay. I’ll put it away,” he grinned. “Just please don’t hit me with the bat.”
Movie night resumed with one of Rose’s all-time disaster favorites, another Nicholas Cage – of course – in “Wicker Man.”