Today is Saturday
Saturday, April 30, 2011
In which Puck rehearses a song for the children’s church choir musical…
Puck woke with thoughts of the day.
“Sometimes I have bad plans in my heart,” he said seriously.
By nine o’clock, they were at church for the kids’ rehearsal for the musical program Sunday evening.
At one point, Collette looked up to see Puck being pushed around the sanctuary in a play car by three girls wearing pink, and bows in their hair. Plus the usual two and a half hours of kids punching out Playdough cookies, going headfirst down the slide, and watching the strong winds from across the field lift the ceiling tiles, ghostlike, in the ceiling of the three year-old Sunday School room.
And at the Silverspoon’s, Puck was very excited about the sporty yellow and black Nerf gun, which Izzy used for midnight Nerf wars at a nearby church with his buddies. With permission.
Pork steaks and sweet potatoes.
Puck blazed around the kitchen table in his red tricycle, claiming throughout various parts of the afternoon that…
“I’m stuvvorn!” (stubborn)
It was sort of an ornery day for him…
Relevance Google-voiced Theodore for business advice.
Curly called in with weekly news.
And Izzy was busy looking for a suit.
In the afternoon, the clouds rolled in again, with the wind.
Before 3:30, Collette left to pick up Carrie for church after Puck had given her numerous hugs goodbye,
Dad had a double-header with the church baseball team earlier in the day. One loss, one win. Some good plays.
Carrie and Rose were getting ready to leave for church with the R.C. Sproul podcast going in the hall.
Joe was cleaning out the garage.
Francis was fixing the neighbor’s wheel on her lawnmower and mowing her lawn.
And Linnea-Irish was completing the last paragraph of her final research paper.
The subject of motorcycles had just been mentioned.
“You know you want one, Dad,” Collette teased.
“He just wants to be free and feel the breeze in his hairs,” said Carrie.
Down to Memorial in the explosion of green and threat of rain. Beautiful as expected, as always, with the last of the sun before the clouds, washing through the stained glass.
Then Collette and Carrie departed, Rose remaining to join friends for the follow-up activities.
Back home, Puck had been washed, read from the Bible by his Papa, and down to bed for the night.
OLeif gussied himself up in his motorcycle uniform and went out for another practice spin, just as the rain came in. Their next-door neighbor, a retired carpenter, approved of his efforts.
“You’re doin’ just fine, baby doll.”
OLeif laughed.