Small Energy Day
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
In which OLeif’s wallet is still missing…
“Mama, my brains are hurting in my foot,” Puck said thoughtfully, as he took alternate bites from chubby half-bananas, one stuffed in each fist.
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Because I’m growing up.”
Still rain; still in the 60’s. Just as April ought to be.
Puck requested the Fantastic Mr. Fox soundtrack for the morning.
Another hunt for OLeif’s wallet. There seemed to have been some house ghost who had swallowed it up. It was nowhere to be found. Collette suggested that, given OLeif’s propensities to absent-minded acts, he had placed it in the empty tub of peanut butter cup ice cream that he had been eating at his desk the night he had lost it.
Francis arrived at nine o’clock for mathematics tutoring. It would not be long before he would take the entrance test at the community college for the autumn.
And some Minecraft for the both of the boys. Predicted.
Over lunch, Puck watched outside the window to the blue-ing skies and fluttering green pennants.
“Look at that huge cloud,” he said, chin resting in hand. “It must be twenty feel tall.”
As lunch continued with further sermons…
“I think everything’s imagination,” said Puck.
“Why?”
“Because I think we don’t have water or potatoes…”
Then he made his four yellow digging machines, from Grandma Combs for his chocolate birthday cake, talk to each other about treasure chests while he stuffed himself with sweet potato.
What went on in the mind of a four year-old boy… who could really say?
In the afternoon…
Into the tub for Puck. He dumped in all of the bubble bath. Again.
After that, Collette fluffed up his wet hair.
They could hear a distant neighbor mowing the lawn in the fresh cool winds.
“Are you going to mow our lawn soon?” Collette asked Puck.
“No,” Puck replied. “That’s Daddy’s job. It’s his speciality.”
He spent the rest of the afternoon until supper, doing his gymnastics between the chairs, window ledge, piano bench, and couch. Perhaps this should not have been encouraged. However, Collette found that she minded it so little, that she allowed him to continue. After all, what was a freshly laundered little boy to do when disallowed outdoors access given the tempting patches of mud still remaining in the yard?
OLeif returned from class for some biking around the streets to get a better handle of the machine and then a brief phone conference regarding a freelance job.
In other news…
Travis was getting married that weekend and all ten of them planned to be there, provided that Dad could complete the second part of his rock-climbing course in time, and that Joe could return from his last physical education class, Camping & Floating, before the 4:00 Sunday ceremony. Not to mention Puck’s church kids’ musical taking place between the ceremony and the reception…
“Sin enslaves by making anything look more desirable than Jesus. That’s what sin is: desiring something above Jesus and then acting on it.”
– John Piper