Round One
Saturday, May 7, 2011
In which the first Mother’s Day of the year is celebrated after a quick ball game…
Collette began her morning with a sore knee… those two years ago in Iceland riding Viking horses in a mild ice storm and high winds… yes, rain must be in the forecast.
The morning continued. Without rain.
OLeif in intensive study and class project, exhibiting a deep orange backgrounded slideshow in mod white text… Collette knew nothing of such things, but it looked professional.
Fried eggs and bacon.
Registering Linnea for library programs in the month of June, including, ‘Experience India’ for Bollywood dance moves and making mehndi spice cookies and ‘Passport to Japan’ for: anime, creating candy, sushi, and origami, and a haiku contest.
Cold tea.
OLeif mowed the front yard before possible further storms inhibited the process of trimming the crop of clover and violets down to an acceptable length.
Out into the late morning.
Library drop-off.
Old St. Charles for Mom’s Mother’s Day gift.
Target for Gloria’s new coffee thermos in black and burgundy and a 79-cent package of honey roasted cashews for Puck. While they walked the aisles, Puck rode on OLeif’s shoulders and was complimented by an elderly lady when he said to her, “Excuse me.”
“You should praise him for that,” she said. “That’s rare.”
Dad’s first softball game of the afternoon with Henri, Babe Ruth, and some of the other familiar faces from church began at one o’clock. Francis, who had been busy cutting down dead branches that day, had also come. Joe and Rose had been up late with the bonfire and friends, and Rose was reportedly gone all day to the Botanical Gardens and the 32nd Annual Storytelling Festival before church and a cook-out.
The game was a loss of 11-2. Collette knew that they were losing wind when Francis asked ‘how many touchdowns’ they had scored. But the wind was nice and the sun was out and they had a good time.
This was briefly followed by a quick stop for five dark red Gerberas, also for Gloria.
And finally to the Silverspoon’s where the grill was already going and Izzy returned shortly later with German, Charlie, and another buddy, just from the movie Thor, to chow down on burgers with all the fixings and potato chips and discuss various matters of interest with OLeif, including the infamous Minecraft.
Then Gloria made them ‘sing for their supper’, which they did in a cappella quartet form, about an aspiring: sailor, anthropologist, refrigerator repairman, and chicken plucker.
The Silverspoon version of Six Flags transpired next, between Puck and the boys, where phrases such as…
“Aaaah, Puck! There’s a bug in your elbow!” German declared.
“You’re just kidding!” Puck would laugh.
…were not uncommon.
In the middle of Izzy and Puck in another wrestling match on the floor, Charlie laughed.
“Izzy, you’re going to have a little girl someday, as fragile as a princess. And you’ll have to dress up and play jewelry and tea and all that stuff. Ha ha. That’ll be hilarious.”
The day was fine. Cool winds. Always the suggestion of a rain somewhere off.
Nearing five o’clock, the three boys left for the late afternoon. Puck handed out hugs.
For the evening, Gloria and the boys would leave to see Goofy Nickels star in Cinderella.
“Truth is an eternal conversation about things that matter, conducted with passion and discipline.”
– Parker Palmer