September 14
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Another quiet day…
Meanwhile, Francis would be at another session of choir, trying to convince Puff ‘o Lump, who had just started his first year, to sing louder.
“He’s got to let out his inner Italian,” he and Creole would joke to him.
On Sunday, Puck had experienced his first taste of Children’s Church, due to the creativity of Daisy-Jean who had rearranged Children’s Church to be an actual mini ‘baby church’, if you will, involving The Lord’s Prayer, The Apostle’s Creed, the Offeratory, etc. And on the first Sunday of this new Children’s Church, which took place in the basement of the barn, Puck had been called upon to collect the offering.
Meanwhile, Collette heard Puck busy in his room that morning. He had found two screws in the library and held them across each other, which made them look like a cross.
“A cross on a hill where Jesus died for me,” he said with a big smile.
Later, on the gray way to the library, the fields were filled with forests of brilliant Spanish yellow and bride-white blooms, the last of the season. And Puck was busy balancing the curb the whole way while Collette held his hand.
“If you let me fall, I will not fall,” he told her, philosophically.
Within the chambers of the library, Collette and Puck decided upon bringing home Greek music, African harp, and Spanish tunes for Puck to begin learning the language of his ‘baby brother in Colombia’.
On the way home, Puck tried reading letters on the sewer lids in the street.
“A, a, a, a, a, e, e, e, e, e…” he said loudly, pointing at each letter.
In the afternoon while scissoring away some of the weeds in the front yard, something got mad at her after he had run into her head a couple of times, and then stung her on the back. It stung like a black wasp, so Collette put on an ice pack for awhile.
Then Puck came up to examine the swollen patch. “Let me touch it,” he said. “Yeah, it is getting freezed.”
An hour later, the sting left.