What's in that Head?

El Oso’s truck situation had finally been sorted out over the weekend. He and Francis towed the dead black beast to the Big House where it would take up winter residence in the driveway under Francis’ direct supervision. And extensive tinkering.

Francis would have no doubt gladly taken on a second loan to permanently own the second truck himself. However, he was still in debt to Rose for the first loan for the first truck. And Rose had inked up a deal which – as she clarified on Sunday…

“If Francis defaults on his loan, he has several choices. He can eat a whole box of vomit-flavored Jelly Bellies, or he can wax his left leg, or…”

Well, I’ve forgotten the other choices. Point is, Rose could be in for some entertaining entertainment over the next few months. Of course …

“What Francis didn’t pay attention to at the time was, I had him sign the contract in ink, but,” – evil smile – “I wrote the rest of it in pencil.”

Francis groaned.

Anyway, my early afternoon was spent completing the last of the Christmas shopping at World Market (compliment from an elderly gentleman on my Cardinals jacket), more mini wheat pitas at Trader Joe’s, and finally to school (another compliment on my Cardinals jacket).

When Puck marched out of the gym that afternoon – the balminess of mid-December – he had once again received a White for exemplary behavior. We’re on a role here.

Sometimes the reasons these neighbor kids knock on the front door…

“Um, um, Mrs. Silverspoon?” It was Anna. “Can you help me unzip this pocket? It’s stuck.”

Fixed. I try to please.

Then Puck finished his homework while I cooked the brand new chickpea pasta for dinner.

We had conversation before bed that night as we read from his Bible.

“I don’t want to go to hell, Mom.”

“God saved you, Puck. When God saves you, you can’t go to hell.”

“But what if I did?”

“You’d only go to hell if you wanted to.”

“I don’t.”

“Good. Jesus saved you, He loves you, you love Him. When that happens, you can’t go to hell.”

“Well … I’m going to be a missionary when I’m older so my chance goes up.”

We talked.