Where is Donkey?
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
In which there is rain and bacon…
The day was goodly gray.
Two weeks and no Donkey. Collette and Puck had discussed, upon occasion, where Donkey might be in his travels, similar to those he had taken ‘around the world’ the previous summer. Puck said a prayer for his safe return…
“Dear Jesus, please save Donkey on his vacation.”
Puck opened his eyes.
“And when he comes back, I will rock him and sing to him…
Rock-a-bye baby in the treetop.
When the wind blows, the tree knocks.
“Knock, knock, knock, knock! Knock, knock, Mama!”
“Who’s there?”
“Me!”
“Me who?”
“It’s you!”
Outside for awhile in the early flowers and cool breezes.
Rain came in around the lunch hour. A black-and-white Shirley Temple Stowaway was on order for the meal, and Puck laughed throughout, followed by a thorough examination of OLeif’s Farside book.
Puck was having difficulty remaining in his room during Quiet Hour. Upon pretense of using the bathroom, he emerged several minutes later with his mouth wide open.
“Wanna see how much teeth I have, Mama?” he asked.
The mail arrived with OLeif’s textbooks, and another addition for Puck… It was not long later that he settled himself on the couch with his new Highlights magazine and a small chocolate-caramel.
Another early return for OLeif.
Puck was busy ‘doing shots’ (i.e. soccer) with his orange bouncy ball.
Chicken tenders and sweet potatoes for dinner, (as first introduced to the world by Columbus from St. Thomas, apparently) as the twilight came on early from the gray skies. And inside, a golden glow from a warm kitchen. And bacon.
For the evening…
Scottish minister: Martin Lloyd Jones.
Castle.
“There are texts of Scripture which are made and constructed on purpose to make us think. By this means, among others, our heavenly Father would educate us for Heaven by making us think our way into Divine mysteries.”
– C. H. Spurgeon, 1879