Mr. Groundhog

Friday, February 2, 2007

Yes, it was Groundhog Day again, Sinai’s favorite holiday.

Rose, who had spent all of her in-between Subway and Ceramics time the previous afternoon, at the Silverspoon’s instead of studying… found herself in a time crunch Friday morning.

“Please, Collette, can I skip Spanish this morning?” She pleaded over the phone.

Collette’s response was obvious. After Spanish, Rose walked in grumpily to the church office and folded all 275 bulletins.

“My hair’s a wreck!” She exclaimed. “I can’t go to madrigals like this. Do you have any shampoo here?”

Collette did not.

“I’ll just use this ‘palm oil’ then,” Rose pointed to the lemony dish soap sitting by the copy room sink.

Half an hour before Carrie-Bri came to pick her up for madrigals, Rose rinsed her head in the sink in the basement with the dish soap.

Judah and Collette started laughing at her when she came back up the stairs.

“It looks like you got your head stuck in the toilet,” Judah said, eating lunch in the copy room. “Are there bullies down there, Rose? Did they stick your head in the toilet? Come on… you can tell us.”

“Hmph,” Rose said.

She did look like a wet cat.

“Do you have a brush?” Collette asked.

“No; don’t you?”

Rose rummaged through the copy room cabinets above the sink, and removed a piece of plastic ware.

“No, I do not usually comb my hair with a fork,” Rose said, pulling it through her hair. “And this is not going in the blog.”

“Oh, yes, it is,” Judah laughed.

Afterwards, Rose, who had also forgotten her lunch, tried to confiscate a box of crackers from the cabinet.

“I wouldn’t take those,” Collette advised. “I don’t know whose they are.”

“But I took it from the free-for-all pile,” Rose said.

To smooth things over, Judah gave Rose the last of his crackers from lunch, which then became Rose’s lunch. It helped somewhat ease her difficult day.