Talk and Play

It was a Minecraft-fun-breakfast morning. As I washed up dishes, made beds, swept up, etc., I called to the Bear in the other room…

“Are you studying Greek?”

“Nope. Looking up donut places.”

And my boys certainly don’t need computers to provide entertainment…

“I’m gonna go swat mosquitoes!” Puck shouted, skipping back to his room for the fly swatter and out the front door. “Hey, Mama! It’s raining! It’s raining! Come out!”

He crashed back inside with the plastic cup he had set out yesterday morning to measure the rain. I pulled out the plastic tape measurer. Already above four inches.

The Elder Silverspoon oikos was being drywalled while its members, including Curly who was back in town for the weekend, were preparing for their first worship service in the new St. Charles location, Sunday morning. And The Bear pushed through more website creation. Everyone was busy. But by two-thirty we called for a break and drove over anyway under the influence of a weepy Isaac sky.

It didn’t take long for the reunion of Silverspoon boys – now all sporting fuzzy facial hair of one kind and degree or another – to discuss food, music, and media. Curly had gifted Puck with a bottle of “adult soda” stamped with his name [tasty ginger ale]. Various walls had been successfully punched out upstairs, where Theodore was vacuuming up trails of drywall bits. Curly pulled out the guitar after pork steaks, chicken, grilled vegetables, chunks of watermelon [and secret chocolate bars from Gloria for me; she likes to feed my vice-y habit]. I also caught the 2-D version of a much-needed Cards win in D.C. All four sky-corners were painted in violet-gray fluff as we left.

That’s a good Saturday evening.