Qu'onques en ma vie

Wednesday, November 1, 2006

Tuesday began another gray November in St. Louis.

While Carrie enjoyed the end of her final semester with AMU, she spent part of her day watching tapes on autism. Joe worked at the Green Lantern. Rose was typically Rose. Frances built a fire in the wood burning stove (thankfully caught by Mom before he attempted to pull out the lighter fluid). And Linnea tried to skirt her way around the usual dislikeables at every meal. Collette wondered how she was ever considered a picky eater, compared to Linnea.

Meanwhile, Rose was chattering on about things, and somewhere in the conversation, got around to Egypt.

“Mom, if I find a goat in Egypt and bring it back, can we keep it?”

“A goat? I don’t think so.”

“What about if I found a little starving cat.”

“I think that little kitty would just have to stay over there in Egypt.”

“But what if it just gave one meow, and fainted?”

Mom did not encourage the continuation of this subject.

In other news, OLeif was busy with his brand new iPod, flat as a cracker, and full of John Piper sermons. He had lunch with his dad and Pastor Marshall. And that evening, he joined the junior high to help in their now-annual pumpkin decorating session. Collette was at least pleased to know that Ivy would probably be there to prevent the mess from becoming too chaotic.

Linnea had also spent part of her morning arranging her candy, with Pumpkin looking on, apparently quite fascinating.

“The cat and I are making trades,” she giggled, piling the Skittles in one group, the Snickers in another, and so forth.

She did make a separate pile of “unwanteds” for OLeif. Particularly Almond Joys and Lemonheads.

Meanwhile, Joe was too tired to take out his new baseballs that evening, but thought about taking up pitching practice later. Carrie was off to the coffee house for the evening.

And Collette watched more baseball clips, wishing she had become more interested in the sport earlier than she had. She tried to decide if she should get a World Series baseball cap before they stopped making them.

After telling Mom that her favorite player was Albert Pujols, Mom chuckled.

“Well, if you name the baby Albert, then I’ll know why.”

Collette could not recall any other time in her life that her family had seen her so interested in something. Perhaps it was back in the old days when she loved playing Myst and Riven. But that was when she was ten.

The day ended with returning from youth having left early and avoiding the pumpkin decorating.