Linnea Day

It was Theodore’s 61st birthday. And to celebrate, OLeif brought him to the Rams game after church.

So while OLeif was abroad downtown, everyone else gathered for KFC fried chicken and grilled chicken, at Linnea’s request, to celebrate her twelfth birthday.
Linnea had been given a little Mp3 player already, and then opened the Oregon Trail computer game and a digital camera. So most of the kids, including Puck, gathered around the computer in the living room, and watched her teach Linnea how to play. Oh, the old Oregon Trail memories…

Meanwhile, at lunch, the discussion surfaced of what Rose would be like as an old-fashioned telephone operator.
“She’d be all grumpy and hanging up on people…”
“Conversation over!”
“I’m pullin’ the plug!”
“That’s boring. Goodbye!”

After taking Puck on a walk, Carrie dressed him in the new golf sweater that she had bought for him, and he raced out to the car with Mom and Linnea to help pick out Linnea’s birthday cake from Dairy Queen.

In between all of these events, Creole and Puff ‘o Lump had come over to bike to the river with Francis.
Sometime later, with the boys gathered around the bonfire, barefoot, everyone heard a strange thumping coming from the laundry room.
“Could you check that, Collette?” Rose asked. “I only put clothes in there. I don’t know what that sound is.”
When Collette opened the dryer, three pairs of muddy shoes landed on the bottom of the drum.
“Francis!” Rose yelled.
Francis spent a bit of a while scrubbing out the inside of the dryer, while the boys went to option B: holding the soles of their shoes over the open flame of the campfire.

After everyone had chorused through Happy Birthday, Linnea, the boys and OLeif prepared to head to youth for another bonfire and OLeif’s lesson on The Trinity.