Frustration

Friday, April 15, 2005

Another week had come and gone, and Collette was not happy with the results. Thursday had been a terrible day, and she wished it had never come. It was at that time that Collette wished she worked temporarily somewhere on the other side of the world in Lebanon at the international star registry, or was perhaps on a trip to a star herself.

Meanwhile, there was supposed to be a dance that night. However, OLeif was not exactly thrilled about it.

“No, I don’t want to go,” he whined. “I don’t like to dance. I don’t want to dress up.”

Collette laughed and shook her head, but in the end, he decided to come. Of course Dad had no desire to come either. In fact, only Mom and Rose really wanted to attend, but it was Carrie-Bri’s senior dance, and they should be there, Collette decided. And so Carrie was to go purchase a pair of Indian slippers in beads and silk and embroidery.

And the sun was to remain till nearly Monday, to Collette’s dismay, upon awakening. Yes, she complained a good deal, she thought to herself, but there were enough frustrations to last a while, and she was not pleased that even the weather would not cooperate. Perhaps that evening would bring better tidings. She could hope, and then perhaps the weekend would slip along as well. It was often tempting to doom the whole week because of one bad afternoon, but this time, Collette was almost certain the week had been mostly bad.