Today is Monday
Monday, April 11, 2011
In which the day is like any other sort of Monday…
Collette woke at 5:59 with the continued headache. Ibuprofen remedied the situation by seven, and soon Puck was hiding in her closet ‘space shuttle’, pretending to have just returned from the moon with ‘tons of milk’ for breakfast.
The morning continued with various projects, including Puck looking over his birthday wish list, which had recently included The Happy Hollisters mystery series, a thumb piano, Doctor Who wallet, and strawberry milk.
The day was still heavy with rain, and much cooler. So the windows were opened to the explosion of green buds and the silver of the water.
There was a snag in the reservation of Mom’s and Dad’s Bed & Breakfast in Bath. Carrie was trying to work out the communication complication with emails and overseas calls. Nothing seemed to be working…
Before ten o’clock, a police officer arrived at their front door, with a muddy dog in tow, still attached to a long lead and ground pick, which the dog had obviously unrooted and had run off with it.
“This wouldn’t happen to be your dog?” he asked.
Collette was happy to say that it was not.
“We found him all tangled up around a sign by the highway,” he explained.
Collette could be of no further help. The dog did not look familiar.
And the rest of the morning was spent in reading books and Puck crashing repetitively through an obstacle course he had set up himself between the chairs, couch, and book cubes.
By lunch, the sun had somewhat returned, although not completely.
During Quiet Hour, Puck entered the hall bath where he knocked the long mirror into his lip. He returned to Collette.
“Mama, I need to stay out here because my lip is bleeving (bleeding).”
It wasn’t. Although his cheek had been scratched.
Back he went.
Scott Churnock, Mark Driscoll, Jane Eyre…
Laundry.
Calvin & Hobbes.
A walk…
And then the clouds covered the sun once more, with hopes of further rain and storm later in the week.
After dinner, in which Collette allowed herself one chocolate cookie, she continued the audio version of Jane Eyre. The following passage had just been spoken…
“Preconceived opinions, foregone determinations, are all I have at
this hour to stand by: there I plant my foot.”
this hour to stand by: there I plant my foot.”
Puck immediately gasped.
“She shouldn’t have done that!”
“Why?”
“You can’t plant your foots. Else it will be plants!”
This shortly followed with Collette reading about the birth of Jesus to Puck in his story book.
“That little baby God is going to grow up and go into Heaven!” he exclaimed, his bright eyes shining in amazement at his own statement.
And a last ten minutes before bedtime with two dinosaur-hosted science experiments books… or it would have been the last ten minutes, until OLeif arrived, the books were tossed aside, and the party began.
So, yes, OLeif had returned from work, shopping, and the library, as was typical of any other Monday, with a stack of Adventures in Odyssey, a gluten free cupcakes and sweets cookbook: babycakes, and a DVD for Linnea to watch in her spending the night later that week.
And for the present night, while OLeif pulled out the textbooks, a favorite of both, a sort of eclectic French film.
This was followed with OLeif writing four short papers for class until one o’clock in the morning.