Seven
“Just imagine it! Fousands and fousands of molecules inside this banana chip! Just molecules inside of atoms! And even more fings inside of that! And so on and so on!”
That was Puck on Friday, amazed as always, by just about anything. It manages to make life just a little easier. And keeps me researching.
Saturday was another mixed bag of events.
After a quick yard trim, we took two vehicles out to the Silverspoon’s where Theodore was hanging dry wall and Izzy was packing for a quick 20-hour road trip to Connecticut with friends for business.
It was inching into one o’clock. Just about game time. I guess that’s basically my own Saturday ritual: Cardinals on the big screen.
Gloria came back from the store with fixings for fish tacos with fresh guacamole, big fat red strawberries, and brownies and chocolate mini donuts for dessert, because she said Theodore finished off the rest of my secret chocolate stash.
El Oso left for Illinois with a cooler of pork steaks and pulled pork for Joe’s bachelor party featuring paddle-boats and bonfires. That was the projected report anyway.
During the last innings, Gloria introduced Puck to another Minecraft fanatic across the street. He came back excited about an hour later, reporting to anyone who would listen:
“I made a new friend!”
I knew part of this excitement probably stemmed from the orange Mustang sitting in the kid’s driveway.
Izzy’s buddies showed up a little late that evening to begin the long – and probably very uncomfortable – drive into the northeast.
After waving them off, Puck ran upstairs with an orange three-grounded outlet adapter:
“Mom! Mom! Can I have my allowance?! I want to buy one of these! They cost four or five dollars Papa said!”
So, Gloria put him to work on yard and deck patrol. He whined through sweeping the deck, so Gloria traded him a butter knife to punch out all the acorns through the slats. This made him much happier, and less than an hour later he had one paper dollar towards his orange power outlet.
As we left for the evening, Puck and his new buddy yelled back and forth across the yard at each other:
“I PROB’LY CAN’T PLAY WITH YOU NEXT SATURDAY BECAUSE I’M GOING TO A WEDDING BUT MAYBE THE SATURDAY AFTER THAT PROB’LY, OKAY?!”
“OKAY!!”