Scribbles & Raisins
Collette woke up that morning to find that the front door was open. Sometimes it popped open, even with the handle locked. How long, she couldn’t tell. But the living room was a little chilly. It was not the first time it had happened. Collette unconsciously looked around the room. Nothing was missing. Maybe that was how her paperwhites had vanished during an earlier incident.
Meanwhile, Pocahontas had been in a moderately-sized earthquake in London that morning. No casualties to report.
Over at the house, Collette was about half-way through painting Dad’s office door, when Carrie called out for a break. “Midsomer Murders” – the clever British murder mystery series in its eleventh season. Once again, Collette and Carrie-Bri predicted the murderers. This time, all three of them.
Then Puck received several mouthfuls of mashed potatoes from his grandma before receiving his real lunch. He was already making the rounds, as usual, looking for scraps.
Around the time that Frances was ready for math, he found himself doodling what he called the language of “scribble” underneath his algebraic figures.
“Frances, what is this?”
“Scribble.”
“Erase it, Frances.”
“But it’s part of the problem.”
Linnea danced into the room, overhearing the conversation. Perhaps thinking that she would help Frances prove his statement, she asked him:
“Frances, what is scribble times scribble plus scribble minus scribble, divided by scribble?”
“Four scribble,” said Frances, smiling.
When Puck woke up from his nap, Collette put the dimpled chubby in his high chair where he drank his juice and ate half-raisins. He thought it was hilariously funny when Joe tossed several stray raisins at Collette’s forehead.
“Ha ha ha!” Joe laughed. “Your forehead is fun to throw raisins at.”
Collette couldn’t entirely say that she agreed.
It was about this time that Frances retrieved the mail. Linnea’s preciously-anticipated raccoon Webkinz had arrived in a box. The world of Webkinz was Linnea’s world. The little fella would be added to her collection. When Carrie handed him to Puck for a test drive, Puck smiled big and buried his face in the fur.
That evening, OLeif headed out for church, as he would do so every Wednesday night from there on out in preparation for the all-new 8:00 Sunday morning worship services.