September 28
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
“I’m not gonna eat oatmeal,” he said, “else my teeth will go out and fly everywhere.”
He ate his oatmeal. Every bite.
Meanwhile…
Mom and the kids had arrived shortly after nine o’clock. Bearing gifts. Linnea-Irish had a whole pouch filled with Jolly Ranchers and jaw breakers for Puck.
“Look, Mama!” Puck cried, holding up one of the packaged jaw breakers. “It’s a dum-dum with no stick!”
And there was a tiny bowling set from his grandma, which was a super hit as well. There wasn’t much that Puck did not seem to enjoy. After the elven o’clock hour, Mom took Puck to the store with her to purchase mums for the autumn season. They returned with three of them, not yet bloomed, and hot dogs, bananas, and Hallowe’en Oreos for lunch.
After a quiet hour, Puck resumed his Hot Wheels track, incorporating the bowling pin set into his play. Linnea-Irish had managed to perfect the art earlier in the morning between algebra and geometry, so that certain cars flying off the track sailed through a roll of duct tape and knocked particular objects off stacks of blocks.
Another jog in the later afternoon around a couple of games of what Puck had begun to call ‘Double Whammy’, tossing bouncy balls back and forth in the kitchen.
It was also getting warm again.
Word had come around from Rose the previous day that Wells Fargo was practically begging her to stay on, and was working on negotiating a raise for her. This was good news for the young professional.
Another quiet Tuesday evening with laundry and sermons: Tim Butler (seminary intern), soccer replays: Argentina vs. Spain and apple juice, 1960’s Bible-story films: Ruth, frying bacon for OLeif’s breakfast the next morning, and Collette’s new interest: OLeif’s watercolor box from two Christmases ago.
Puck was not interested in eating oatmeal that morning. In fact, he was rather grumpy about the whole situation.
“I’m not gonna eat oatmeal,” he said, “else my teeth will go out and fly everywhere.”
He ate his oatmeal. Every bite.
Meanwhile…
Mom and the kids had arrived shortly after nine o’clock. Bearing gifts. Linnea-Irish had a whole pouch filled with Jolly Ranchers and jaw breakers for Puck.
“Look, Mama!” Puck cried, holding up one of the packaged jaw breakers. “It’s a dum-dum with no stick!”
And there was a tiny bowling set from his grandma, which was a super hit as well. There wasn’t much that Puck did not seem to enjoy. After the elven o’clock hour, Mom took Puck to the store with her to purchase mums for the autumn season. They returned with three of them, not yet bloomed, and hot dogs, bananas, and Hallowe’en Oreos for lunch.
After a quiet hour, Puck resumed his Hot Wheels track, incorporating the bowling pin set into his play. Linnea-Irish had managed to perfect the art earlier in the morning between algebra and geometry, so that certain cars flying off the track sailed through a roll of duct tape and knocked particular objects off stacks of blocks.
Another jog in the later afternoon around a couple of games of what Puck had begun to call ‘Double Whammy’, tossing bouncy balls back and forth in the kitchen.
It was also getting warm again.
Word had come around from Rose the previous day that Wells Fargo was practically begging her to stay on, and was working on negotiating a raise for her. This was good news for the young professional.
Another quiet Tuesday evening with laundry and sermons: Tim Butler (seminary intern), soccer replays: Argentina vs. Spain and apple juice, 1960’s Bible-story films: Ruth, frying bacon for OLeif’s breakfast the next morning, and Collette’s new interest: OLeif’s watercolor box from two Christmases ago.