Social Schedule

Grandma Combs was over at the house by 10:30 that morning, in order to accompany everyone (except for Francis, who was expecting Creole over for work) to Olga’s Kitchen, for her first experience there.
The restaurant was pretty packed. And Rose was not excited about being their server.
“I shouldn’t serve you,” she said. “I’m taking my co-worker’s spot.”
So in the end, her friend took over the job. Good thing for Joe, because he got his berry smoothie, after Rose had initially refused to make him one.
After lunch and a red slinky, apiece, for Linnea and Puck, they went out to the jammed parking lot where Joe retrieved the mini van and picked them up.
On the way around the mall to pick up Carrie from Border’s, they passed the infamous jewelry store – Jared’s.
“I hate their commercials,” said Collette.
“So do I,” said Grandma.
“It can only be Jared’s!” Joe wailed horribly.
“Never get an engagement ring for your girl there,” Collette told him. “Try an antique mall or something.”
“Yep,” said Joe. “I like originality. I don’t like all the crazes that go around. Something different is good.”
“You’re my kind of guy,” said Grandma, with a chuckle.
That evening, Collette returned to the house for tea. Carrie had prepared cranberry scones to go with her glass pot of blossoming tea while they watched The Royal Family at Work on PBS – Grandma, Mom, Collette, Carrie, and Rose.
Carrie, at least, tried to watch while packing for Texas the next morning and wrapping up last minute details.
“Don’t forget Bing’s gift on top of the piano,” she reminded Collette.
Bing’s senior cello recital was the event she most regretted missing while away for the week with Malaya to visit Relevance and Kitts.
“Oh, I forgot I made vanilla cream cheese spread for the scones,” said Carrie, hurrying off to the kitchen.
After Collette picked up Frances and Linnea from church, Frances had things to say about youth group.
“Francine Nickels keeps trying to invite Creole and me to stuff,” he said. “Now she wants us to come to a dance party.
So we all got on chat and Creole and I told her that we weren’t coming. So she tried to bribe us with Cokes. And we said, ‘Ok, if you find a Mr. Coke for us, then we’ll come.’ And she said, ‘Ok.’ And we said, ‘Good luck finding that.’” He laughed.
“Frances!” everyone exclaimed.
“We weren’t mean,” he said. “We just told her we can’t dance.”
Next, the two sly creatures, under the names of Frances and Linnea, thought of every excuse in the book to keep themselves from being shipped off to bed.
“Where’s my robe, Mom?” Linnea asked. “I need my robe to go to bed.”
“You little weasel,” Grandma laughed at her.
“I never got any of Carrie’s cake. Where is it?” Frances asked.
“No cake,” Mom said adamantly. “Bed time.”
Then she and Grandma returned to the miniature television set to watch the president of Ghana’s visit to Windsor Castle.
Then Grandma remembered a funny tale of the day.
“Puck came up to me this afternoon, and pinched my backyard!” she exclaimed. “Wanted to show me something.”
“Oh, no,” Collette laughed. “I suppose I’ll have to teach him rules of etiquette.”
Grandma thought it was pretty hysterical, however. The little chubby was a goofball.
And back at home, OLeif was completing his primary project for his worship class that semester – writing and composing a hymn based on I Timothy 1:12-17.