Sweets & Bluetooth
Sunday, November 28, 2004
There were many resolutions Collette would like to have followed, like brisk morning walks with OLeif, stir fry, salad, fish, and oatmeal – no more chocolates, pies, or anything… good. She often sighed to herself when contemplating this. Never mind, she concluded. Monday would begin a change. It had been easier to eat fruit, now that she bought the groceries, and scared herself out of purchasing sugar-coated dandies. Either way it turned out, she concluded that she would wish to live semi-long, only if she were healthy and not “emplagued” by a disease of some sort. Also, she rather wished to be the first to go, out of them all. However, such morbid thoughts were not for the holidays. Maybe in passing, but not for that day.
After sliding a pan of biscuits in the oven, she went to her ring box, and lifted out two rings for her right hand. She soon had a generation of rings on her fingers – her own engagement ring, Great Grandma’s wedding ring (and now hers), and then her Grandma’s little silver ring, and finally a gold band with a collection of rubies and pearls on top, from Great-Great Grandma.
She liked wearing multiple rings, especially if they were antique. Of course, Carrie-Bri held the prize for her ring collection – nearly one for each finger, and all of silver or platinum, from all over the world, most likely – one of Celtic origin, a bling-bling engagement diamond (she and Lucia both had one), another from off the choir-church soccer field… But whenever it came time to bake – pumpkin bread, gingersnaps, chocolate chip cookies… they all came off and landed on Mom’s saltbox shelf to the right of the kitchen sink, and were sometimes forgotten for weeks. Either there, or they’d scratch up her fingers a bit if she forgot to discard them before a Tae Kwon Do session, back earlier in the spring before she took a sabbatical.
The afternoon was quietly pleasant, although Collette rather wondered how Carrie faired at home. Her last night concert was apparently quite fantastic, however, she waited in the cold for an hour, only adding to her near hypothermia status from the Saturday before. Thus, she stayed home from church that morning and listened to Dr. Trade-Winds preach on the radio.
Meanwhile at the Silverspoon residence, an enchilada dish was served with chips, sour cream, and cheddar cheese with plenty of sweet tea and ice water. There were soft warm chocolate chip cookies from the oven soon after, and she spent the remainder reading over the ancient Vikings, and how they gathered amber, berries, and soapstone in the southern Scandinavian forests, and jet in other places, of Bluetooth and his treasure hordes, some of Arabian coins up north… all in all, it was a cozy gray day.