Round Things

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Puck did his same morning march…
“Time to get up, guys.”
“I’ll be up in a minute,” Collette answered, feeling cold. “Could you turn off the fan for me, buddy?”
OLeif, who hadn’t heard Collette, said, “Puck, turn the fan back on.”
“Dad. Mom needs it off to get out of bed. She’s a different kind of lady, Dad.” He walked importantly to the door, and paused before exiting. “She’s not like normal ladies.”

The boys pieced together a rabbit trap before nine – maybe not the best day to shackle a living creature under a bowl… Puck’s rock towers still stood on the porch. He had been inspired, apparently, while watching a grizzled gentleman from the South Pacific – perhaps – balance small boulders atop each other on a rock beach.

A quarter bought you a fist-sized fancy-colored rubber ball at Old Navy. You didn’t even have to visit the check-out, which was a good thing because it was Saturday, and the line stretched halfway through the store.

A mammoth shed had been established in the Silverspoon’s back yard. After Puck checked it out, he donned boxing gloves to have a try at the punching bag in the basement – more like running full speed in flip-flips, tongue hanging out, to have a slam at the swinging monster…
“I run as fast as I can to defeat that thing,” Puck explained, flying past.
Quesadillas.
Gloria was helping a family from church pack to move to Pennsylvania.
Puck picked blackberries in the oven of the backyard.

Pushing into three o’clock, Theodore napped while OLeif and Puck played games together between OLeif’s preparation to teach Sunday School. Collette worked Spanish with equal copies of “Pride and Prejudice” in Inglés y español.
It was just too hot to go out or do anything, so the four watched “The Borrowers” until Gloria returned at 4:30 to clean the grill and lay out a spread of fat strawberries, cherries, and blueberries.
“Dad! Come watch me jump in the shed!”
– Jump, jump, jump. –
“Now I’m gonna go scare the birds right out of their wings!”