September 17th

Puck walked through the kitchen in his Spongebob slippers from his grandpa that morning.
“I wearing Spongebob flips!” he called out.

Collette and Puck took a morning walk around the neighborhood, with Puck fastened in his stroller looking out for flags and pumpkins.
The air smelt of a farm in autumn: dried hay, woodsmoke, harvest fruits and vegetables, etc.

That afternoon, Collette reviewed her Icelandic and Irish flashcards while Puck pushed his stroller around the front yard in the cool hour.
When they had been bitten up by too many bugs, Puck came in to sit on the box table by the window and eat almonds, watching the passing traffic of the street. Then he looked at Collette’s Tropical Houses picture book with her until it was just about time for his bubble bath and root beer shampoo.

Before dinner, Puck got Donkey, freshly laundered, and pushed him around in his stroller, wrapped up in Collette’s red robe.
“Hi, Donkey! You sit down. Getting’ all comfy? You all comfy now! I love you, Donkey. You obey.”

It was a late night.
Dad had returned from Iowa with flu-like symptoms, so in order to avoid the spread of any illness, Joe and Rose spent the night.
Everyone was up till nearly midnight after Magnus came over with white cheddar popcorn and Cheez-Its, and a ridiculously ridiculous movie, over which they laughed (Joe rather hysterically), for a couple of hours.