Preparation of Mind for the Big Day of Emerald Green
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
OLeif and Collette ran by the grocery store Tuesday evening for fruit and sandwich fixings. There, they ran into Emerald Buckle, and Collette enjoyed seeing the Saint Patrick’s Day displays of red potatoes, potted green clovers, etc.. And Wednesday morning she began to wear green for the rest of the week, in honor of her favorite holiday.
For Wednesday’s lunch, Rose put biscuits in the oven and a pot of soup on the stove. As Joe added a revolting amount of mozzarella to his soup, Carrie walked by.
“That is disgusting, Joe,” she grimaced at his atrocious spoonful of melted cheese. “You’re gross.”
“You just don’t know how to live life on the edge,” Joe retorted, putting the spoon in his mouth.
“Yeah – I don’t know how to live on the edge. I go skydiving. I just can’t put cheese in my soup.”
Joe and Rose got their jollies out of that encounter for the day.
Later, Carrie-Bri and Rose guffawed till Carrie cried over rather unladylike unmentionables in the living room while watching Big Fish over Chai and peanut butter.
And OLeif talked about getting more tobacco and books that evening. Collette sometimes wondered if he might not just be happy sitting in a great leather chair in a library with a glass of port (whatever that was, exactly) in front of a great roaring fire, book in hand, books stacked and shelved two and a half miles high, everywhere, in a great old castle hall, a platter of beef and cheese, bacon and bread, in his study, with the stars twinkling on a great roll of black velvet beyond his Gothic windows to rolling green mountains and valleys and lakes… The only trouble with that picture was that OLeif did not read very much. His mind was a trifle more musical and active and artistic to be settled with a book for an hour or more, although the occasion did arise from time to time. She supposed it must have been the thought of such a picture that was more aesthetically pleasing than the actual thing itself.
“I turned and looked behind me. The far hills seemed very near tonight, and on one of them I could see a lonely little path winding up over the rocks and twisting through the yellow bracken. It seemed to run right to the top of the crest and to meet the sunset. All I had ever learned about my verse flashed into my mind at that moment. ‘Thou wilt show me the Path of Life…’ – the path that Jesus had planned for me – ‘In Thy Presence’ – traveling hand in hand with the Lord Jesus along that path ‘is fullness of joy,’…” – Rainbow Garden