So That's Settled
“I decided I’m going to make a living on electricity,” said the getting-taller young man in footy pajamas before seven o’clock that morning. He made this announcement, then departed our room.
These early morning revelations sometimes inspire the whole day, leading – in this particular case – to collections of electric lamps, computer cables, and a strand of heart-shaped Valentine’s lights on the couch before breakfast. By the lunch hour, Puck had concluded that he would also “make a living on computers, electric and computers.”
With the future now adequately addressed, we were free to move on to other items, like the explosion of Kids’ Missouri Conversationist back-issues all over the living room floor, Puck in the middle with a trio of plastic scissors in stained glass colors.
Then there’s the eggplant blanket and dance parties, a combination of Puck’s two newest favorites. Spinning like that whirling dervish across the living room floorboards, having conversations with the fuzzy purple cloth over his head. “We’re gonna have good times, blanket.”
He’s not lonely; he’s really not.
“It’s my favorite blanket in the universe,” he told me, bright-eyed. “I even named it pretty good: The Purple Blanket!”
Puck sat next to me on the couch listening to tales of Napoleon’s Wars, and thought of a new thing he had yet to ask about. “I hope Uncle Joe and Jaya aren’t going to move away when they get married. I hope they don’t leave St. Louis.”
“They’re not. Don’t worry.”
“Yeah, he shouldn’t move away like Uncle Curly did. He lives like five hours away. Uncle Joe shouldn’t move to another country, too.”
El Oso handed me a box of cool black and pink Rykä training shoes that evening. One of the perks of working at a footwear company. Of course he would get the one girl in America who doesn’t collect shoes. However, I like to think that he appreciates this fact: a box of cookies runs a little south of the price tag on a pair of Pumas, or whatever the kids are buying these days. Then Puck took the dotted paper out of the shoe box and slid across the floor with it. “I’m going to make you slip on this, Mom!” he grinned.
Puck’s Blog: Day #24
“I’m going to build a plane when I grow up. I would like to go to Disney World, when I’m a kid of course. I would like to visit that country that has jewels buried under the sand, and Mom can go to the baseball games while Dad and I hunt for the jewels.” [i.e. Florida]