Sunday's Script
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Saturday was the usual – dishes, laundry, OLeif working on various projects involving his laptop. Come afternoon, they drove over to the church for OLeif to take a picture for the fall festival pamphlet, where Puck also received a sailor’s hat from Loraine who was cleaning out Jimmy’s office.
After church the following morning, in the relative coolness of the afternoon, they headed to the Silverspoon’s for lasagna.
Curly was considering plans for Belmont.
“Degree in Music Business,” he said.
“So,” said OLeif, “you’re planning on getting your Looking-For-Mrs.-Right-Music-Business-Degree.”
“Wealthy-Mrs.-Right-Music-Business-Degree.”
“Billionaire.”
“Inherited billionaire.”
“Inheritess of a candy bar company…”
This was followed with various comedies (including America’s Funniest Home Videos), root beer floats, coffee, and the Little League World Series: Japan vs. Georgia (the state).
Youth came later that evening with Jimmy and Loraine, OLeif, Collette, and Puck, Susie and Sunrise, Augustus and his pal, (Erasmus), Rose, and Mollie (who had just received her driver’s license).
And, as usual, the evening followed much like a script:
Jimmy: “So we’re probably going to meet with these other youth groups once a semester, December 2nd…”
Augustus: “Which youth groups?”
(Jimmy names two other churches.)
Augustus: “Oooh, we’ll have to convert them.”
OLeif: “Yes, we already have a Lutheran convert.”
(OLeif gives Erasmus high five.)
Susie: “Yeah, and Sunrise can bring her friend from school.”
Augustus: “Yay, a Mormon!”
OLeif: “Anyone know a Muslim?”
Sunrise: “Yes! I have a Muslim friend. Well, sort of.”
Augustus: “I’m part Native American.”
(Chatter pauses for awkward moment.)
OLeif: “Yeah right, Mr. Lips Man.”
Augustus: “Also known as Cherokee.”
(Jimmy tries to continue.)
Jimmy: “We need to think of how to welcome the upcoming ninth graders… Goofy, Crusher, Pablo…”
Mollie: “Debbie Crample.”
OLeif: “Who’s she?”
Jimmy: “Tall girl.”
Mollie: “Long hair.”
OLeif: “Dark brown?”
Susie: “Lighter.”
Mollie: “Medium.”
Jimmy: “Chestnut.”
(Pause for second awkward silence.)
Mollie: “Oooh, Jimmy. Chestnut. You know your hair colors.”
Jimmy: “That’s back from the days when I did hair.”
Augustus: “Walgreens makes batteries. They’re black. How cool is that?”
(Jimmy tries to continue again.)
Jimmy: “Who wants to go to Jamaica for the mission trip next summer?”
Rose: “Oh, yes! Me!”
Susie: “You’re not planning on bringing the junior high, are you?”
(Jimmy shakes head ‘no’.)
Rose: “Thank goodness!”
Augustus: “Yeah, because I can’t imagine twelve hours on a plane with junior highers.”
(Jimmy decides to move on to another less controversial subject.)
Jimmy: “We’re probably going to have a barbecue at someone’s house next Sunday.”
Mollie: “I won’t be here. I’ll be in Nashville with Jo-Jo.”
Augustus: “Yeah, when my parents heard you were taking the Grey Hound by yourself, they were like, ‘Ooooh.’”
Mollie: “I know, right? I’ll have to bring mace with my knitting yarn.”
Then everyone teased Erasmus about converting to Presbyterianism.