Various Occurrences
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Church.
Sunday School: the Prosperity Gospel in Africa, incorporating clips of the 60 Minutes interview with Joel Osteen — the only time that particular gentleman would ever have ‘behind the pulpit’ at Grace.
Mom and Dad had returned from Nebraska at two o’clock that morning, but they still made the 8:30 service, Dad even earlier to be the official ‘door man’, as he was once a month, just as he was ‘usher’ once a month.
And Linnea had mysterious arrays of moth holes in her tunic.
Back at the house…
Carrie was crashed on the couch in her blue sky and white clouds puffy boots. Tired day.
Joe off to work. He would have two weeks left at the good old GL until stopping there for his last semester at Flo, and then off to New Mexico for the summer.
Meatball subs for lunch.
Chocolate peanut butter ice cream.
Mom and Dad had been given a Colorado Blue Spruce cutting from the funeral in honor of Mrs. Chalke. To be kept in the refrigerator until the spring. Another cutting had also been saved for the English family. The funeral had been a very good service, Mom and Dad had said, a gathering of about a hundred or so people, as so many of them could not make the seven-hour drive from St. Louis.
Into the afternoon…
Rose perused the news: American poet missing on Japanese volcano in 2009. Elderly Australian veteran bit by mice. And she looked up photos of sea slugs.
“Because I can’t scuba dive,” she said. “My ears won’t let me.”
Dad tried to help her with the eardrum exercise. It didn’t work.
“The air comes out of my eyes instead,” said Rose.
“That’s impossible,” Collette laughed at her.
“No, it does. Maybe that’s why my eyeballs squeak.”
“Snuffy Friendly used to squirt water out of his eye at me,” said Carrie. “He would also put spaghetti in his nose and it would come out of his mouth.”
Good old choir memories…
And the Argentina-Uruguay match at two. Collette was disappointed that neither Forlan nor Messi were on the roster for the game.
Mom and Dad down for a nap.
Rose got a letter from the Symphony, thanking her for applying for their ‘Network Administrator’ position. She laughed aloud.
“I did not apply for that,” she said.
Joe returned from his book keeping, a quick lunch, and then out with Wally again, mentioning something about having been invited to the Grand Caymans the following winter…
Mom on the phone three hours with various people, making arrangements, etc.
OLeif and Collette took Puck on a walk in the cold of the 27.4 degrees Fahrenheit afternoon.
Pizza. O, yes. That was how the weekends went.
The newer version of The Parent Trap.
Then they headed out, while Mom and Linnea prepared for a run to the grocery for organic ‘things’ for Carrie.
On the way home, OLeif made an observation to Collette…
“You and I are sort of like Bert the Chimney Sweep and Mary Poppins,” he said, “how we interact.”
Food for thought anyway.