Tally Up
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Riding out east, they passed a jester riding a bicycle down the service road.
All Mom’s potted purple pansies and Carrie’s basil were sitting on the kitchen table, due to the threat of frost the previous evening.
Snuggles was happy to see Puck. He rammed into Puck’s back.
“Do you know when he purrs, he’s giving you a smell?” Puck said with a grin.
Snuggles next lobbed his head into Puck’s shoulder.
Puck then requested an apple juice in a fancy glass to accompany his breakfast, which ended up being mostly pretzel sticks. When at Grandma’s…
Snuggles stared out the patio door, anxious to escape into a small field, wild with birds, mice, and bunnies. Mom sang his thoughts for him…
“Standin’ on the corner, watchin’ all the buns go by…”
Meanwhile, all of Francis’ swimming students seemed to be having difficulties. Half of them swam backwards when they meant to swim forward. They were all about Puck’s age and called him “Mr. Teacher”.
Puck got busy with the Jelly Bean Gospel from Daisy-Jean, and glow-in-the-dark Texas cowboy sillybands in the Puck and Grandma Box. Then off with his uncle – Joe showing him reels of old Sesame Street clips, including Cookie Monster and ladybug picnics, and Francis exploding Peeps in the microwave.
Target was on the list for the day.
Collette watched the weeds of the construction set of the center highway as they worked their way out to the library. Like salad growing by the side of the road.
While Mom went into the library to pick up a DVD, Carrie turned on some music with a beat to entice Puck into dancing. He had already announced to Joe that morning that he liked his “black tunes” [Black Keys]. Puck tucked Collette’s hand in his arm.
“Doesn’t this music make your tummy want to wiggle?” Carrie asked him.
“No, Sun,” he replied seriously. “But it makes my legs do a secret wiggling dance.”
Inside the more-pleasant-than-certain-stores-nearby…
Four tank tops went in the cart – black, gray, olive, and Cardinal red. When a girl was regularly commanded by her husband to, “Buy new clothes!”… she had better listen… at some point. It had been long enough.
Meanwhile, Francis had begged a soft pretzel from the cafe, being left at home with Joe. Linnea also got one boxed up with a tub of cheddar dipping sauce to share. On the ride home, she shared a bite with Puck, who dipped his finger in the salt…
“It has a pleasant taste,” he said with a grin.
A package was wedged in the mailbox…
“Is it for me?” Linnea asked hopefully.
“Nope,” Carrie replied.
“Oh,” Linnea groaned.
“What are you waiting for?” Collette asked.
“I don’t know; I forgot.”
Inside, Mom put some pizzas into the oven while Carrie – who never really watched anything at all on television, movies, etc. – actually turned on a couple of episodes of “The Twilight Zone”.
Then the boys jacketed up to play badminton, with Puck joining them. Snuggles head-butted Francis’ foot as they made their departure.
Meanwhile, OLeif was apparently busy photographing a turkey standing on the roof of a Cadillac at work.
Puck was back outdoors, watching Earnest, and hunting up interesting things…
“I found a tree frog. He’s kind of gooey. So I’m going to get a spoon…”
“Guys! A petunia! A petunia! A petunia!”
Throwing plumes of dirt into the street…
Collette called him inside to wash off his hands…
Like a bolt, he was back out to the side of the house where he began scaring up clouds of mosquito eaters.
The highlight of Puck’s run-around-red-Hawai’ian-punch-weaving-rainbow-paper evening at church, was the early birthday gift Anneliese had brought for him – 3D chalk and sidewalk paint. Puck was so thrilled, he immediately gave her a choking squeeze. Then chased after her to hand out another with an…
“I love you SO MUCH, Anneliese!!”
Kids.
Last-minute Cards loss. Berkman possibly to join Craig, Schumaker, and Carpenter on the DL. Precarious… precarious…