The Theaters
Saturday, July 2, 2011
In which Puck attends the ‘fee-ah-ters’…
4:51.
Puck awake.
He was not going to fall asleep again; this much was obvious.
“This is growing up to be a bad day for me,” he said.
But then he remembered that this was the day for which he had been seven days waiting…
“Do you still get to go to the fee-ah-ters [theaters]?”
It only later became apparent that Puck had woken up to snag the brownies he knew his mama had been making the previous evening.
“I had one of them,” he said with a grin, holding up three fingers.
Finally, Collette decided to begin the day rather than focus on some added winks. So up.
“Would you like some eggs, buddy?” she asked the bright-eyed fellow.
“Certainly, yes, I do.”
Skipped the farmer’s market idea in lieu of the library and post office…
Silverspoon’s…
Despite Puck’s early rising, this did nothing to affect the naturally enormous volume of his voice.
Puck spent his lunch of roast and sweet potatoes, offering to everyone: shakes of salt, dabs of paper napkins, and thanks to his nana for the ‘tasty food’.
It was maddeningly hot.
Heat advisory and indices at 105.
Collette hoped for storms all that week, as had been originally indicated.
Meanwhile, Francis, the lucky duck, was enjoying 64 degrees and light rain.
Theodore and Gloria left by 1:30 for a wedding, and the reception later that evening.
Sproul.
So it was time for a 3:30 showing of Cars 2.
First:
A drop by the Dollar General for Cheez-Its and Hershey’s.
Walk-about the mall for some minor sleuthing.
Apparently the latest coin-activated toy was a 78 mph Hurricane Wind Tunnel, standing there as innocent as its stuffed-animal-claw-machine-Willy-Wonka-counterparts.
Popcorn. And even the treat of all treats for Puck, a small soda in a Cars 2 cup.
And the film. Much better than the first. With incorporation of EMPs. Carrie would have done a face palm.
Back home, OLeif made the call of Wal-Mart stuffed crust pizza night. A name that would forever be scrawled in redneck blood on the black book of Collette’s mind processing. It could not be helped. It was a simple fact of life. But the pizza was good. So were the Sun Chips. Sometimes it felt good to break the bonds of nutrition.
“Boy, [boi] n.: a noise with dirt on it.”
– Unknown