The Never-Ending Run

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Rose purchased several interesting finds at the rummage sale that weekend, including a miniature lemon sorbet crank, a Peruvian-looking cowbell, and what she called “my penguin pot!”. Mom took a bowl painted with roses, two miniatures from Italy, and a pitcher and glass (which Judah had donated from his travels in Tanzania).

Meanwhile, there was the usual Sunday School, church, pizza and discipleship groups (for Jimmy, Jeremiah, OLeif, Joe, Ben-Hur, Wallace, and Augustus) and they were later joined by Roo, Evangeline, Collette, Susie, Rose, Molly, and Magnus, for ice cream. This was backed up with stew, fried Italian cheese bread, and citrus tea for dinner (with Dad and Frances just having returned from Frances’ and Chester’s first scouting weekend, where a tent had blown off in the 50 mile-per-hour winds, and they were the only troop, Troop 957, that braved through the valley and weekend of high winds at Beaumont).

Then Collette helped Carrie over her two term papers while Carrie aided her artistic side of concentration by dyeing a bowl of salt deep red and making salt-patterns and swirlies on the kitchen table, still in her work uniform and a fedora on her head.

“The Antelope shook and pitched on her side,

How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!

Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs

And the Maintruck carried off both me legs

“G~d ~~~~ them all!

I was told we’d cruise the seas for American gold

We’d fire no guns-shed no tears

Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier

The last of Barrett’s Privateers.