Trolls and Their Ways
Friday, March 23, 2012
Following dreams of monster tornadoes outside Costco slashing near a sort of church building in the country, which was also somehow Costco… OLeif had been up and gone since shortly after five and Puck walked around wearing the circle glasses before attending to a cup of blueberry yogurt.
The rain had still circulated in the night.
Woof.
“Puck, let Sebastian back in, please.”
Puck set down his spoon and walked to the deck door. He stared outside at the big black dog for awhile…
“Mama? He’s inviting me to go outside. I don’t know what’s up to that silly dog. He’s confused. Because he went up and barked and lay down and invited me to go outside and then he went down again. I don’t know what’s up to him.”
Not a full four days into spring, the world was an expansive garden of rich greens, purples, and whites, drenched still from the night’s bath.
The sun popped out mid-day.
“Puck, don’t go downstairs.”
“I just want to get my bike, Mama.”
“Ok. Hold the rail when you come up.”
Thirty seconds later…
“Mama. Could you come help me? Sweat is rolling down my cheeks.”
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap against the glass.
“Puck? Does Snickers want to go outside?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“What is she doing?”
“I think she’s purring at the sun.”
Cards vs. Marlins. Sixth victory back to back.
Izzy arrived for spring break before 1:00. Piles of photographic equipment emerged as he unpacked a box of fresh items for his growing interest.
And Francis swung by after 1:00, fresh off a morning shift at the Y, to review some mathematically-involved chemistry lessons.
Around this time, Puck took the bolt of string and began running it around the house, reminding Izzy of the time in Arkansas when they had taken a huge ball of string and done the same thing. But they had to use scissors to rewind the damage…
“That was the best summer,” Izzy laughed.
The afternoon struck up downright cold going on three o’clock as Izzy had departed on an errand and Francis drove back home before his next shift. The skies ruffled great sails of silver and dark gray-blue. Stabs of lightening in the southwest and the all-familiar crackle of thunder.
OLeif was home at a comfortable 4:30 for shockingly orange spicy buffalo chicken drumlets and wings, with cool Ranch, in which only himself and Izzy participated.
They were joined at 7:30 by the usual movie night crowd, including Cassidy Croissant, for OLeif’s selection of a Norwegian monster movie, and Aldi-advised selections of chips and sweets. Rose burst in first on the scene, apologizing twice for her attire…
“I’m doing my laundry,” she explained the turquoise and black polka-dot pants.
The trolls of Norway commenced.
Norway.
Pristine fjords.
Light clean wood paneling.
Large boxes of breakfast juice and bananas.
Blonde hair, brown hair, blue eyes, brown eyes.
Less German-sounding, more swish and less grunt.
“Hey, I go there all the time,” said Joe, nodding to an open field at night.
“Norway?” Rose asked.
“Sure. Norway is just down the road from here.”
“Humor him,” Rose advised. “Humor him.”
About this time, Magnus heard the buzz about the apple juice in the fridge. Off he went for the kitchen in a light stampede, arms flailing.
Troll hunting continued. The team blazed past a field of munching sheep.
“Snacks,” Cassidy observed.
“Trolls,” OLeif observed later. “Where werewolves meet vampires meet… whales?”
Troll trapping and dissemination was rather tricky, apparently…
“They should just put a bomb in there.”
“That’s your solution to everything, Rose,” Magnus replied.
As the epic troll elimination came to a close, Rose switched to a French up-close-and-personal film of bugs, plants, and their lives, narrated laughingly by Magnus.
“That’s Rose,” Joe announced, pointing to a bumbling critter spinning its head around.
“Why is that me?”
Joe picked a chocolate peanut butter cup from the box on the floor and stalked over to visit Snickers.
“Do not feed the cat chocolate,” Magnus ordered.
“I want to give it a little bit of zest. Hop on my belly, kitty.”
The city of bugs came to a quick end with the “inappropriate” incorporation of two lady bugs not being so very ladylike, shortly after the arrival of Wally and Lolli. The kids clocked into the later hours while Collette turned in, anticipating the early awakening of her first year Kindergartner in the morning.