Dinner Invitation
Saturday, January 27, 2007
It was off to Disney World for the crew that afternoon.
First, Frances had his basketball game. They lost 30 to twelve, although Collette wondered how accurate the scoreboard really was. No one really paid attention to changing it after points had been scored. The other team had made a number of baskets which never appeared on the board. But no one really seemed to care. At the end of the game, Frances received a red star for “best defense”.
Meanwhile, Carrie-Bri was at work, Joe was at work, and Rose was working with the youth on their monthly service project. But Grandma had come to see Frances’ game and had brought goodies for their trip to Disney World.
“We hope to be in Nashville by tonight,” Mom said on the way out of the school.
Yes, Dad had amazingly obliged to cut the trip into two days after all. And they would be arriving in Florida on Sunday afternoon.
And then Linnea was off to attend Amelia’s birthday party at the church where hot chocolate was served in the coffee pot for Sunday mornings. Linnea had brought, as a gift, a package of many brightly colored sticks of modeling clay and a mold which made little clay dolls.
Later in the afternoon, Judah called OLeif.
“Evangeline and I feel like being spontaneous,” he said.
And OLeif and Collette found themselves with an invitation to dinner for the evening. Collette wondered what sort of ethnic food they would be sampling this time. Indian had been on the first menu back in the summer.
Meanwhile, Carrie had set herself up for a hullabaloo of a year. She had applied to work full-time as CSR at NAWS, hoped to continue side-jobs at Columns on the weekends, begin taking huge chunks of classes in two sittings, start consulting training with Dad, and then a break in the summer for Australia with Eve. She was scheduled to complete her masters degree in eight months, wrapping it all up in October before leaving for (no longer Morocco), but Turkey.
Dinner that evening was not Indian, but homemade pizza and salad, followed by chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream. After dinner, they cleared the table and set up mah-jongg. OLeif and Collette were a little rusty on the rules, but they managed to have about six or seven good rounds while ethnic music played in the background and they attempted to discuss post-modernism in the church while concentrating on the game at the same time, which didn’t seem to work very well. OLeif did, however, win three of the rounds, his first to time to ever win mah-jongg.
They were also able to see Judah’s model clipper ship before departing, which he was painstakingly putting together in the other room by the bunk beds.
Upon leaving at ten-thirty, the temperatures had already dropped significantly and a wind had come up under a white moon – bitter cold.