A Day out of the Ordinary
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Thursday had been a day left almost entirely to Ivy and Collette, as everyone else was out of the office (including Sinai, who was in Pennsylvania speaking at the 30th anniversary of the first church he had pastored.)
Collette and Ivy were calmly minding their own business, perusing a portfolio of pen and ink drawings of the new church property drawn up by Mrs. Scone, and Ivy was just ready to leave for lunch when poor Bud Cross burst up the stairs shouting:
“Ivy!”
Bud Cross had been outside digging around the property in the CAT, preparing to lay down some sort of piping or other…
“Ivy, call the fire department! I just cut a gas line!”
Ivy grabbed the phone and placed a 9-1-1 call while Collette walked over to the kitchen window. Surely, across the gravel lot where the CAT still sat, was a billow of yellowish vapor emitting gusts from the ground. As Ivy spoke to the fire department, Bud waited nervously, talking bits and pieces, most upset. He rushed out, right after the call was finished, apologizing, warning them not to start their cars. And so over the next hour and a half, the fire department, two police cars, and the gas company arrived. The police blocked off the entire stretch before the church property, and Ivy and Collette watched from the windows.
“If that thing blows, we’ll be gone anyway…” Ivy noted. “Well, maybe not gone. But we’ll be eating glass.”
However, the excitement soon ended. Collette went to her lunch of burritos and a cold Pepsi. And Ivy soon returned from her own lunch, bearing a paper sack of fresh peanut butter cookies for Bud and the other gentlemen working outside, as well as for Collette and herself.
Collette’s thoughts were put to other pages those days, including the sadly neglected journal pages from time to time. Her box of journals then contained a semi-total of twenty, including many, many other papers, tapes, and miscellaneous items.
Thursday evenings were nice; Collette picked up OLeif from work at five and they headed back home to watch another four episodes of “Lost”, which for a good part of it, Collette enjoyed. It was good to have time together, just to relax and watch the films. Half way through the evening, Collette somehow managed to injure her shoulder, and decided that it was a high possibility she might wake with an equally sore neck the next morning, as she had difficult experiences with her neck in the past. But that was another story…
The last bit of interesting news for the day proceeded from a film clip on their cousin Judah’s website – it was a short shot of him bungee-jumping off a bridge in Queenstown. His head hit the water; perhaps he was too tall.