Today is Tuesday
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
In which Collette and Puck spend another quiet and good day at home together…
The morning began with Puck crowding in under the covers.
“The sun is rising, Mama! My feet are cold.”
And he snuggled himself into a bundle under the chocolate brown comforter and wrapped himself up tightly.
“Mama. You got a present,” he whispered, as was his habit. “You have to open it!”
And when Collette removed the blanket…
A chubby smiling face would exclaim, “You always wanted a baby!”
The morning was already, almost, that golden-fairy-green from the early sun on an early spring, as some obscure forest in a country not so necessarily real.
Before Collette had gotten full control of the tasks of the day, Puck was already busy washing out the empty Smucker’s All Natural Peanut Butter jar in the bathroom sink.
After breakfast, Puck wrapped himself in the fuzzy eggplant blanket on the floor, looking very much like a baby sticking out of a giant’s pocket. He grinned, and then was distracted by the heavy tortilla press in the low cabinet, which amused himself for a considerable length of time… afterwhich, he discovered the box housing the hand blender which displayed the treat he next requested.
“Mama? Could we make a milkshake today?”
This was followed by his discovering a small container of red pencil lead, which he asked might be put in OLeif’s silver mechanical pencil to give it a try, although Puck never expressed, it would seem, any sort of true interest in drawing. Not yet anyway.
And then back to the gymnastics and balancing acts he had created for himself in the living room until Collette looked through colored photographs of cakes, cookies, and cupcakes with him so that he could chose what he wanted for his birthday. He eventually settled on ‘tiny red cakes’.
Out for a 10:20 walk, Puck on his yellow bike, yellow wellies, Death Star operator helmet, careening Calvin-esque past sprawling red bud, white, purple tulips…
One particular garden statue of a little girl with curly locks caught his eye.
“Look, Mama! Charlie Chaplin!”
He did, as was his way, mean to say ‘Shirley Temple’, but he had always called her ‘Charlie Chaplin’ instead.
Quiet Hour was very quiet that afternoon. Too quiet…
When Collette walked back to see into the problem, Puck was rolled up in his eggplant blanket, sound asleep.
When he was roused for peppermint shortly later, he sat jaw-dropped on his blanket on the living room floor, listening to The Adventures in Odyssey version of David & Goliath, mesmerized by the dramatics of the tale.
In other news…
Thor, Carrie’s long-time Croatian friend, had been married.
And Mom and Dad had arrived in Venice at their Bed & Breakfast after a two-hour walk through the city, at Dad’s suggestion, of course.
That night, while OLeif switched on an episode of Bob’s Burgers, Collette took a few brief literary character quizzes, wherein she was somewhat strangely matched as being…
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Hermoine Granger
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Beth March
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Jean Valjean
“Sightless block!”
– Jane Eyre, Chapter 37