To reflect back her blushes...

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Thursday brought rain clouds on the horizon, making the early morning hours much darker than usual, as OLeif stayed asleep longer and Collette made a big batch of cream of wheat for breakfast.

It was a day like the times when Carrie-Bri had gone on a Shirley Temple craze. The mornings and afternoons had been filled with Shirley Temple music, and the evenings had been full of Shirley Temple films. Carrie did Linnea’s in rag curls and sponge curls and curling iron curls to get the Shirley Temple look, as they all thought she rather looked like Shirley Temple, in a Linnea sort of way. Carrie taught her the songs to sing and Linnea would often sing shyly and softly for Dad:

“Every single day

Becomes a hoyiday,

When I’m wiff you.

Hmmm, hmmm…

Even yucky spinach

Tastes like pumpkin pie,

When I’m wiff you.

Oh, Daddy, how I miss you.

You’re busy aww your yife.

I want to hug and kiss you.

Marry me and yet me be your yife.”

And after the sufficient embarrassment of singing had passed, Carrie would pick her up and giggle and say,

“Nice job, squishgameega.”

And then she had her sing Animal Crackers in my Soup.

Meanwhile, Rose had passed her Natural Sciences exam, bringing her credit count to 18.

And Carrie was on another treasure hunt, via fairy tales.

At the office it was a long day of broken copiers, a screw jammed into the sorter, hundreds of dollars worth of copier equipment and toner to be purchased, ran out of stamps, cramps in the leg from sitting so long at the desk… Thursday was a winner.