Busy Days
Sunday, February 4, 2007
The wind chill was predicted to settle below zero, the lows for Sunday could drop down to five accompanied by much wind, and Monday looked to be just as cold.
Back at the house after church, Collette sadly gorged herself on Valentine’s chocolates, before she had realized how many she had pulled from the bag. Mom had left out numerous peppermint patties, chocolate kisses, and dark chocolate Dove hearts ten days in advance of the sweet-centered holiday… the temptation was too great.
Meanwhile, OLeif took off for the guys’ discipleship group after Simple Simons, and Joe split off from lunch to drive around town searching for the perfect pair of sunglasses for Dad’s birthday the next day, which he finally found and purchased.
Carrie-Bri had Eve over at the house where they worked to make closer finalizations of plane ticket purchases for Australia, and then left to check out various shops for gear. This was after Carrie, who was very tired, did some searching around the house for her red eye shadow (which she finally found) and made herself a large cup of tea while Mom put lunch on the grill.
Rose was at the girls’ discipleship group for several hours before being called into work, which meant that she missed the entire Super Bowl party at the Saints’, which OLeif, Joe, and Frances later attended.
Dad spent his afternoon at home, having some conversations with Carrie and Joe before they left for their evening activities. This – while Mom, Collette, and Linnea ran people around, purchased a small bunch of helium balloons for Dad’s birthday (including a shiny one of Grumpy, one of the seven Dwarves), and then over to the house to tape up what rooms they could in preparation for painting before they ran out of tape.
No one watched the Super Bowl back at the house.
It was a long, good day – tiring.
Meanwhile, Diana was back in Wheaton, spending her journalistic hours at a hospital in preparation for writing a story about how doctors and nurses spent their Super Bowl Sunday while still working in the ER.
Collette was more than happy to hit the feathers that night, sometime before eleven o’clock, to be ready for another early day the next morning, as usual.