Lie scentless and dead
Thursday, October 5, 2006
Six minutes after midnight, the fifth Hobcoggin baby came into the world, Thursday morning, October 5th – Ju Blackberry Hobcoggin.
Lately, Collette had a habit of wearing sweaters on 80-degree days and light short-sleeved tops on 60-degree days. Thursday was a 60-degree weather day and with the blast of cold air that hit when she opened the door, she realized too late that a sweater would have been appropriate. But OLeif would be late for work if she delayed, and so she hurried out with her lunch of quesadillas and an apple, and the day began.
Ivy wore her Cardinals’ t-shirt to work that morning. Once again, Collette had only just realized that the St. Louis team had made it to the play-offs. She never had been good at keeping up with sports.
Ivy’s cast had also not been removed as she had hoped. But she was able to get around well enough to drive Jimmy, herself, and Collette to Chevy’s and treat them to lunch, seeing as Sinai was gone to Tennessee for the weekend. The quesadillas were saved for dinner.
Meanwhile, Nicodemus had previously (in honor of Ivy’s condition) changed the magnetic cat bubble to read:
“Beware the hair dryer PLUG of PAIN”.
After lunch, when Megan called Ivy that afternoon, Ivy told her Collette’s news:
“So maybe they’ll have a little Ivy Silverspoon or a little Nicodemus Silverspoon. I doubt it will be a Joy or a Maxwell. As long as they don’t have Carrie name it, otherwise it would be something like Red Hot Mama or something…”
Ivy had also brought gifts from Colorado – more chocolate rocks (the exact same kind she had brought her two autumns before), a journal of a pioneer named Mollie, and gift certificates to Ruby Tuesdays. All this was included with a cat thank-you card, also from Joy and Maxwell.
Meanwhile, Joe tried to track down Jimmy, who was supposed to meet him at the junkyard to find a part for Jimmy’s car.
Later, OLeif enjoyed the Chevy’s leftovers for dinner including chicken fahita chimichanga, smothered burrito, seasoned rice, guacamole, sweet corn mash, and chips and dip.
“Yum, yum,” he said.
And Rose sent messages requesting contributions to the Walk for Autism Research. Apparently threats had somehow been involved. Rose finished her email with:
“So please be generous and donate all your money, (Carrie is going to kill me if I don’t make our goal!)”
And Ivy’s Cardinals’ shirt must have been of some use that day. The game resulted in a St. Louis victory. They seemed to generally win when Ivy purposefully wore red.
And so the day had generally been quiet, with Sinai gone, the afternoon not quite as full of demanding phone calls, and it was a surprisingly relaxing Thursday, all things considered. Ivy was even able to prepare her entire budget for the following year. Oh, the wonderfully exciting things of church office work.
And that was another Thursday.