September 7
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
A quiet day at home again.
Collette and Puck took a walk in the cool morning around the neighborhood. Puck was fascinated with walking along all the cracks filled in with black tar, which he called ‘little roads’.
“Is it squishy?” he asked, bending down to poke at the pockets of tar.
“Not until it gets hot,” Collette explained.
“Grandma Snicketts used to eat that tar like bubble gum, and it was bad,” he said.
“Yes,” Collette replied, laughing. “Except it was Grandma Combs, not Grandma Snicketts.”
For the rest of their walk, Puck continued to point out, “More bubble gum! But not for me to eat.” Then he found a leaf that he wanted to, “Press in a book.” And he eagerly watched for the ‘orange house’, which was actually as yellow as a lemon. The tornado siren tests kicked in at nine o’clock, and Puck wanted to see where they were. “I see a tornado!” he cried, pointing toward the sky.
Back home, they made ‘playdough creatures’: rugs, turtles, and bowls filled with mangos, peaches, bananas, apples, and grapes. Then Puck polished the sliding glass doors with an old butter knife and a teaspoon strainer.
11:07 brought the rain.
In the afternoon, after the small rain had ended, yellow butterflies, monarchs, and fresh green grass and plants, slowly making their end for the summer…
Movie night, though without OLeif , due to class. And Joe and Rose brought a peanut butter pie, which Carrie-Bri had made earlier in the day.
And while they spent their evening in the basement, Rose propped up her injured ankle on the rocking chair wrapped in a heating pad, still uncertain as to how she had damaged it. Joe was nearly attacked by a bristly-looking spider on the back of the couch. Rose knocked over a glass of milk which spread underneath the other couch. And they found a rather enormous bug lying belly-up on the bottom shelf of the coffee table.
“How did that even get up there?” asked Rose.
“He wanted to make sure we knew he died,” said Joe. “That’s what you would have done if you were a bug, Rose. ‘I’m gonna kick myself over and die right here!’”
And Collette looked over possibilities of the Bahamas in January…