March 29
Monday, March 29, 2010
It was OLeif’s first day on the new job. So he had already dropped off Collette and Puck at the house by seven in the morning.
As Puck walked out into the fresh, cold morning air, his eyes grew wide.
“There’s an owl out dere, Mama! He’s sayin’ ‘who’. Listen to da owl’s music.”
And when the fire ball of sun came up over the field on the road in, OLeif pointed it out to him.
“It’s a pink ball, Puck,” he said.
“We gotta go get it!” Puck declared.
Puck seemed to like the color of pink. As Collette had overheard Henri joking on Sunday morning:
“Hey, I was gonna wear my pink shirt today. Boys can wear pink. It’s just another color. God made them all.”
Over at the house:
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Carrie-Bri was washing peppermint oil out of her hair.
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Francis had been out onto the highway for the first time.
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Collette fixed Francis a breakfast omelet and braided Linnea’s hair.
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Everyone left at 8:30 to run errands, including:
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Francis needed his second Hepatitis B shot.
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Francis also needed a bike tube.
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Carrie was reconstructing her term papers after the deadly hard drive catastrophe.
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Collette finished repairing Carrie’s dreads while Carrie watched clips on black holes for further papers.
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Collette took on Linnea as a new mathematics student, and read a paper found by Carrie-Bri regarding interesting topics such as ‘how the sun stood still’ by Dr. Immanuel Velikovsky in his book, Worlds in Collision.
Back at the house, somewhere in the afternoon, Francis sighed.
“I’ve failed this week in my academics.”
“Francis, it’s Monday.”
And Collette grilled them sandwiches for lunch and Puck gave Linnea a back massage.
While Collette was discussing Francis’ possible future in mechanical engineering, Francis asked for the title of Dad’s engineering degree, which was electrical.
“And he went to Cambridge for that, right?”
“Honestly, Francis? Cambridge is in England.”
And Collette ate a morbid amount of Whoppers chocolate eggs.
That evening, OLeif finished a first successful day at work and then departed to bring over a box of Theodore’s new business cards while enjoying some moments with his new pipe tobacco.
And Collette caught up on the mountains of writing and Mars Hill sermons in Luke.
And to close the day, word arrived around town that Dad had officially become a 4.0 PhD candidate.
“Religion is the default mode of the human heart.”
— Martin Luther