Well It's About Time

Rumble.

Thunder.

Finally.

Just a scrap though, enough to rouse me out of bed, but that was it. We’ll hope for better things as the spring continues.

Back in the school office, things were quiet in the cold gray rain of a Tuesday morning. I had enough silence to get through a few chapters of “Phantastes”, and the only kid who needed an ice pack didn’t require my assistance. I kind of like easy Tuesday mornings.

Ditto sent me sorting through four Tupperware boxes of men’s shoes, sizing, pricing, and stocking.

“Oh, you got the coveted job,” one of the other volunteers teased. “Men’s shoes.”

I’ll admit it’s not exactly glamorous, but if it gets the kids of St. Louis scholarships to private Christian schools, I can handle it.

When I picked Puck up from school, he was eager to finish his homework in the car. He had an idea to get started on back home.

“I’m going to write a book. But I’m going to make my book like a scroll, but in the future.”

He got busy working on this large scroll of a book, sitting on the kitchen table back home, painstakingly spelling out each word with a packet of colored Sharpies. Best handwriting I’ve ever seen from the dude.

“What’s a good boys’ name, Mom?”

“How about Joe?”

“Okay, good.”

His story began like this…

“It was a nether Day in St. Louis. hi my name is Joe. My friend was Playing with his new toy I watcheD him it looked a little…”

And this is where he had to pause for fish tacos, potato chips, and several audio episodes of “Adventures in Odyssey”.

We had been spoiled having Oxbear at home with us so early yesterday. He rolled in with an order of hand soap and printer paper right at 7:30, bringing the thunder and lightning with him.