The Usuals of a Thursday Morning

Thursday, March 2, 2006

The day began with OLeif viewing a Quizno’s franchise infomercial over bagels for breakfast, one of those rare morning the television was on. Collette hated television in the mornings, unless it was for the Olympics. And while the weather on Wednesday had been blustery and near 80, it was now back down to the 40’s for Thursday morning.

Meanwhile, Rose was heading to the FOX that afternoon with Mom and Grandma Snicketts and a bunch of other ladies from Grandma’s retirement home to see Little Women. Collette wondered if Uncle Balthasar had arranged a discount for the whole group. There was something incredibly appealing about having an uncle as the president of the FOX – something so dignified and mysterious. The FOX was, after all, one of her most favorite places in the city. So old and dark-shadowed. Every time she entered she found herself three hundred years ago in India, and the red eyes of the great lions glowing from the stairs… It practically gave her the shivers upon entering every time.

And there was news of a car bombing in Pakistan that morning. Collette hoped that Baber was safe, and that he and his family were not involved in the regime, as much as Wahab was a prominent name in the field. There was also news of the ethanol fuels, corn, switch-grass, hydrogen etc. for vehicles. Fossil fuels no longer being needed, perhaps, Collette wondered how such an impact against the Middle Eastern nations would further increase their hatred for America.

Thursday was a rather slow day. Except for her email being on the fritz, there was a donut in a bag from Ivy – donuts for everybody! And Ivy knew her well – chocolate topped and chocolate filled. The day was windy and cool, but still lovely. And life pedaled on as usual in the church office with Sinai and Rosie in Egypt.

“Your hair is like a flock of goats leaping down the slopes of Gilead.” – Song of Solomon 4:1b