Space Shuttles & Rain, More Rain
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
The next space shuttle was ready to launch at 2:51pm CST that afternoon. Super cold rocket fuel was at that very moment being pumped into the ship, and the crew was preparing for its flight. Collette prayed that everything would go off well after that disaster of the last shuttle the two and a half years earlier.
And Eve had finally made it to Pensacola after her luggage had been delayed. She hadn’t even received it at the hotel in Dallas, so there was no swimming suit for the hotel, which likely would have helped her relax for awhile. And there was a good deal of paperwork to fill out, but she eventually made it all in one piece to the Florida coast. And the smell, she said, was terrible.
Meanwhile, in St. Louis, the rain had fallen for two days, quite delightfully. And there was promise of more to come. Already the sky was beginning to cloud again after a brief lull that morning when the sun peeked its bright head around the gray. And Collette had finally decided that having the sun was not a bad thing. It did bring cheer on certain days. True, it wasn’t always welcome. But a good balance was necessary in everything, even in the weather.
And furthermore, it was decided that the girls (Grandma, Mom, Aunt Petunia, Carrie-Bri, St. Lucia, Rose, and Collette) would take a trip to a Chicago suburb (the name of which Grandma could not recall), for a weekend, August 19th-21st. It promised to be a pleasant time together and Collette looked forward to it, never actually having been on such a trip before, herself.