Term Paper

Thursday, August 18, 2011
In which term papers are written and late-night snacks are administered for sanity’s sake…

Back to home and rising temperatures.
93 for the high.
No rain.

‘Bref-test’ [Breakfast], as Puck called it.
He had found a footstool with tapestried cushion in the basement and called it his ‘tea box’. He always managed to find some new interesting object with which to entertain himself each day.

Puck giggled through Joe’s posted Colorado video during lunch, all the bonfire-mountain-lake-ATV-ghost-town-abandoned-mine action.

In the afternoon…
“Mama, just call me King of the Beasts. Not Puck anymore. Puck is my normal name. And my not-normal name is just Doctor Who Bang.”
He wiggled his eyebrows slowly up and down.

Some contact from home…
Joe and Magnus spent the afternoon detailing Magnus’ car, then that night out for burgers in the Loop, the two of them with Rose.

That evening, Puck had questions about Goliath.
“What’s in his stomach?”
“I don’t know. Dinner?”
“What though?”
“Eggs? Maybe?”
He then got to thinking about his ankle…
“What’s this hard part?”
“Your ankle bone. It’s under the skin.”
“How do you get the skin off?”
Surgeon?
A call out to OLeif.
“Daddy. I brought up that box from the basement that was all taped up and I cut off the tape with the blue scissors and I teared it all off. And I realized that the leg was missing and it was inside the box. And I realized I had to fix it…”
Before bed, Puck asked God to…
“Watch over my tea box.”

OLeif was keen on picking up pancakes on the way home for their mad typing session that night to complete the last days of his summer session. But instead, a jar, each of peanut butter and strawberry jam. And crumbled Romano to make cheese chips.
He had also been out for a first run with his buddy that evening.
“I didn’t last long,” he said.
“How fast was your heart going?” Collette asked him. [Her signature question those days.]
“Boom-ja-dah-boom-ja-ja-ja-ja-ka-boom-badam-ching… meow!”

Three hours of papers.
Three hours of Sigur Ros.
The temptation to make the paper just a little more interesting than ethics…
“And so in conclusion, despite that rambling bit at the end about aliens and trains…”
The sentence was edited.
Paper done.

Asleep sometime not long after midnight…