Successful Launch Pattern

El Oso texted me about the drive to school today with Puck, “As we were talking about how dangerous drugs are and why people take them he said, ‘Pretty much everything brings me joy … except lasagna of course.”’

This sounded like a great way to begin a first Friday at school. Little did Puck know what we were having for dinner that night.

Seven hours moves fast.

So does the 28-minute drive, one way. It’s been a long time since I’ve found the need to leave the house on a daily basis.

When I picked up a moderately pleased, if not nonchalant, Puck from his first week of school, the report was good. He handed me a packet of graded quizzes from the week and updated me on his emotional state of the day.

“I cried during PE. Again. They were playing freese-tag.”

Just wait till this kid starts baseball in the spring.

On another homework-free night, Puck enjoyed running the neighborhood, red-cheeked from the muggy heat.
Eddie returned the scooter during dinner.

Puck answered the door, “I can’t play yet. I’m eating lasagna.”

“You’re having lasagna AGAIN?”

“I know, right?!”

We did movie night old-tyme style back in the cold basement with Carrie-Bri, Joe and Jaya, and Rose. While deciding on our movie selection for the evening, Carrie updated us on her latest chiropractic appointment.

“She told me I was the subject of their next staff meeting. So I didn’t schedule another appointment. All she wants to talk about is bellybutton rings and lightning strikes.”

Flipping on “Fantastic Voyage” over a sack of Chips Ahoy! and cream horns, Joe scanned local news on his phone.

“Uh oh. There was an explosion at a firing range. Where’s Francis?”

Everyone started checking their phones.

“Are you sure Francis is home tonight?”

“He’s fine,” said Rose. “I texted him, ‘Are you exploding?’ And he said, ‘What?’ He spelled it W-A-T.