Stay Cool, Mama
Monday, April 9, 2012
Puck wasn’t a fan of the tiny spoon accompanying his breakfast cocoa, and instead politely requested an “orginary” spoon.
The cupboards were, if not bare, low, due to the nature of shops being closed on Easter Sunday. So apples and eggs were in order for the better part of the day.
And goldfish crackers… one of which Puck requested might have a string tied around its tail so that he could “feed it to Donkey”.
They had forgotten to bring back Puck’s Easter basket too.
So there wasn’t much left lying around worthy of eating.
During Quiet Hour, Puck blew bundles of bubbles out his window.
Then, for the first time since they had bought the house, he figured out how to open the double pane of glass in the kitchen window.
He followed this with “fixing” his bed, which was losing several “nails” in the side railing. There was some suspicious humming and tinkering as he continued his handyman endeavors into the two o’clock hour.
It was a sort of subterranean day. The kind of day where the sunshine seemed buried behind water. Sort of gold and dark green and quiet.
The mail came…
Puck took the bundle from the lady…
“I’m sorry I didn’t wave to you before,” he said.
“That’s ok,” she replied, smiling. “I’ll wave to you again tomorrow.”
Back indoors, Puck smashed a fly on the kitchen window.
With his bare fist.
This followed the previous week when he had killed another fat one with a towel flicked against the same window.
Both times he had apologized…
“I’m sorry for killing that fly, Mama.”
The afternoon wore into the early evening towards a 6:10 game.
OLeif returned with fodder to replenish the cupboards – with a tight crik in the neck – to resume his studies. First, Collette’s boys joined her in the basement for Game One of a three games series against the Reds in Cincinnati.
Puck was already anticipating possible trouble for his mom if things didn’t go so well…
“Don’t get too excited, Mama. You’ll get the excitements.”
And…
“Don’t get too grumpy, Mama. You’ll get the grumps.”
Later, Puck – who was meant to be trying to fall asleep – just couldn’t help himself. He slipped one of the “sun blockers” out of his window behind the shade and watched his idolized dad mow the lawn instead, unbeknownst to his mama.