Smashed Produce, Kamikazes, & Red Grand Pianos - What a Day Will Bring to Mind
Tuesday, January 17, 2005
[20:41pm] There were assorted things brought up throughout the day, as usual:
Thoughts of how once in the old days, when OLeif and Peter Pretzel had nothing better to do with their time, Peter would film OLeif chopping full cans of soda in half with battle axes, and fully ripe produce from Aldi in the sandbox in the backyard.
Rosie Hatch’s mother was telling Dad at the Grace pizza lunch on Sunday that her husband was in the navy fighting in the Pacific Arena during the second world war. There, he gunned down kamikazes.
Mom was telling Joe in the living room while he studied psychology, about Grandpa Combs and how he had been an excellent trumpet player (might have even made it to the symphony), and was accepted into the St. Louis School of Pharmacy in 1954. But he ended up driving a chips and cookie delivery truck and working at the Home Depot till his last days. But he loved to play, Grandpa did. And he loved his kids and his grandkids more than anything.
In their relatively new rewards credit card information booklet, Collette found listed – a special section where a credit card owner could customize his own rewards:
“Your Wish Fulfilled: Imagine, this can be any reward you want – from a red grand piano to a deep sea fishing trip. Just name it and we’ll get right on it.”
Meanwhile, Carrie-Bri had done her fair share of screaming when Joaquin Phoenix took his first Golden Globe for best leading actor in a comedy or musical for “Walk the Line.” She was also pleased that Jonathan Rhys-Davies took the same Golden Globe in a television mini-series, as Elvis. Although she hated his accent, Collette loved it: pure refined Irish.
Frances had given twenty dollars to OLeif the night before for him to purchase a miniature digital camera, which took up to 81 low-resolution pictures (or twenty high-resolution), and video. He enjoyed filming Joe smash an old pomegranate against a tree in the backyard, for his first video.
“Oh, I love it so much!” Frances almost squealed in delight. “Tell OLeif I love him for getting it for me. I mean, I love you and him anyway…”
Later, he was talking of his latest electronics:
“My camera is named Frances, Jr. My cell phone – second Daniel, Jr., and my alarm clock – Billy Bob Jones, because the first Billy Bob Jones died,” (meaning his pumpkin).
And Carrie-Bri made plans to drive down to Graceland or Kansas City with Paige Popp and Elizabeth that weekend, depending on which city was more appealing to the three in general at the moment of decision. Carrie and Elizabeth also had lunch at St. Louis Bread Co. while talking things over, and discussing who knew what else.
In the afternoon while Joe and Rose were at choir, Frances and Linnea worked on their homework for their new Romans musical together, while Collette listened to another John Piper sermon. And she thought of OLeif becoming a preacher, perhaps some day. He had such a passion to preach meat, and not milk.
When Joe and Rose returned from choir, Rose settled down at the kitchen table in her lightening yellow sweatshirt and jeans over a bowl of cereal to read Voyage of the Dawn Treader while Joe microwaved a corn dog and took off the wrapping, lifting the corn dog to the ceiling lamp of the dining room to watch the steam hit the light bulb.
Later that night, back at the apartment, Shepherd dropped by for about an hour to pick up a hard-drive and “chat” with OLeif, while Collette slipped dinner into the oven and started the laundry. The guys made plans to see a movie the following Friday night, when Collette reminded OLeif that he and she were scheduled to watch the boys:
“Well, we could drag them along with us,” Shepherd chuckled. “Take ’em to a bar, get ’em juiced up… then go and get some shot guns, and shoot things…”
“Hey look! A thing!” OLeif finished the thought.
“Tell of it, you who ride on white
donkeys,
You who sit on rich carpets
And you who walk by the way.”
– Judges 5:10 “The Song of Deborah”