Spring Skies

7:18AM

Shuffle, shuffle, thump, thump, thump.

“It’s the perfect time to wake up.”

The shadow in the hallway did a little dance, which basically meant two pointer fingers extended, poking the air towards the ceiling.

Feeling Puck’s cold catching up to me – and the effects of dreaming (“Horse of the Week”, featuring strawberry roan and “hibiscus” (a lavender-shade)) – I did not immediately join the youngster where he made himself at home on the couch with the iPad. Clearly, holiday/weekend cartoons/television of the 90’s has been replaced by more hands-on options in the 21st century. I’m not complaining.

The day was so balmy, you’d think it was nearer April. Friday afternoon, Puck tore up Faust Park, chasing the out-of-town family of eight kids, the Korean kids (they were clearly speaking Korean), and Eastern European kids (guessing on that one) in an endless game of tag. Also tore up the mud to chase a huddle of geese, clearly uninterested in joining the party. They can be some mean birds. After one newly made friend (of the human persuasion) had left the park, yelling to Puck several times – “Bye!” – Puck briefly joined me at the nearby picnic table.

“How do I make friends so good, Mom? Is it built in my blood?”

“Probably. Like Nana and Grandma.”

“Yup,” he grinned. “Like Nana and Grandma.”

Several rounds of dodgeball were necessary in the backyard at the Silverspoon’s Saturday afternoon. Puck knows how to dodge that ball.

Theodore and Gloria took an hour opportunity in the afternoon to shop for a piece or two of furniture. They returned after ordering a TV console.

“Drove all over town,” Theodore said. “Finally found a place to spend money. It was hard, but we were able to do it.”

“Well,” Oxbear replied, “if you try hard enough … and believe in yourself…”

Pork steaks, sweet potatoes, and “Happy Feet 2” wrapped up an evening featuring orange-strip sunset and clear white stars.