Bits 'n Pieces, Odds 'n Ends
Friday, September 16, 2005
“I think manna must have been banana bread,” OLeif said confidently as they drove off of the grocery store parking lot. “Man, I could eat banana bread all day long. Ooh – when it’s in the fridge with that little bit of cold frostiness – Mmm mmm…..!”
He was interrupted by the radio announcer saying:
“We will now play for “Classics of the Silver Screen” – “Pirates of the Caribbean” in honor of tomorrow being “National ‘Talk Like a Pirate’ Day”….”
Collette laughed at both these things. It was Wednesday night and they had just picked up ingredients for banana bread and were headed home in the misty rain of the night. They had been awoken to thunderstorms early that morning, which was a perfect way to begin the day in Collette’s opinion, although both she and Ivy became quite sleepy during the mid-afternoon as a result of the grayness of the day. But Collette even had the perfect sweater to wear for such weather, which OLeif had let her get with a faded brown t-shirt with “Greece” written across the side with a sunset and palms and there was another t-shirt in dark red emblazoned with Coca-Cola. But the sweater was sea green and buttoned in two rows down the front. It was the perfect level of coziness for a wet September day…
“I love you, dude,” Collette said as they fell asleep that night.
“Really?” OLeif said, becoming ornery. “Because you never bought me a didgeridoo…”
“A didgeridoo?”
“And you never said you loved me more than a chinchilla…”
But in other news that Friday, “Talk Like a Pirate Day”, there was to be a viewing of the balloon glow that night, God-willing that the weather held up. And Saturday, Dad and Carrie would finally be taking their duo sky dive for Dad’s birthday from February.
And OLeif had some fancy notion of buying an electric violin, as he explained all the wonderful uses of such an instrument. Collette agreed, and hoped that such a purchase would happen eventually. But for the present, there was his school to speak of, and other such things. OLeif was also keen on learning languages once again and talked extensively of a church they were going to visit that Sunday to hear a particular message by one of the pastors.
This church was where two Reformed pastors spoke from the pulpit (one white and one black, (although you couldn’t tell by the sound of his voice very often, as OLeif and Collette had listened to several of his sermons on CD)). Thus the congregation called them “Salt and Pepper”.
Collette was also entering a contest daily to attempt a win for Dad and Mom to visit Cape Canaveral, Florida, and view the Kennedy Space Center. Ireland had not come through, nor Rome (which she entered several times before the deadline). And likely the African Safari would not happen either, but it was worth the try anyway…