Waiting for Rain

Tuesday, July 12, 2011
In which normal life is resumed…

When Puck had been driven home the previous evening, he said…
“I haven’t been on this country in a very long time.”

Back to the usual swing of things…
Mold was still high.
Excessive Heat Warning: 105-115 indices.
Bummer summer.

A new Spanish for Adoptive Families phrases CD. Puck practiced with it, to the best of his ability, amidst grins.

Swai at lunch.
“Could you help me eat this, Mama?” Puck asked, sort of laughing at himself. “I have too much love inside me already.”
Who knew…

During Quiet Hour…
“Mama! Daddies can’t rule the world forever! Only God can! But some daddies do, right?”
Where he got his information…

And by the afternoon, temperatures were, indeed, at 100.

At dinner…
Dark clouds piled in from the west.
“Mama, I love you as much as ever.”
They went outside for a little while for Puck to run in the wind before the rain arrived. The mosquitoes and ants were also busy, biting fresh flesh.
“I will put your plant out in the rain, Mama,” said Puck, picking up the tiny geranium. “Because he hasn’t had rain in seven years.”
And later he came up for an ugga-mugga.
“When is Daddy coming home? Because I love him super much.”

OLeif returned from work carrying white buns and cheese to accompany the burgers and sweet potato wedges for dinner.

Quietness.