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Monday, November 6, 2006

At the house, Rose was getting her hair recolored. Linnea worked on her math at the dining room table with Pumpkin lazily stretched out like a great chocolate long john in front of her, warily watching her every pencil mark as though it might produce something edible if she waited long enough.

Outside, Frances was busy stacking two cords of wood in short sleeves, in the rain. After everyone yelled at him to come back inside, he took a lengthy hot shower before getting back to the books.

Linnea ran around all day in her special tights – horizontal stripes of white, dark blue, orange, pink, turquoise, and green. After several slides across the kitchen floor, she slipped and landed flat on her bum next to Rose’s chair.

“Ha, ha! That was great!” Rose giggled, as Linnea attempted to recover her dignity from the unladylike spill.

Meanwhile, Joe had a large bowl of vanilla ice cream between lifting weights and studying economics.

And the kids took their turns throughout the day scratching Pumpkin in the exact spot that made her compulsively lick whatever lay in front of her. Apparently Curly had received a good face wash from the fuzzball, Halloween night. And last Friday Pumpkin had her first taste of a sour warhead at the maniacal hands of Frances and Linnea.

Carrie took off for her piano lesson with Annamaria that afternoon while Mom worked on a corned beef in the crockpot. And Collette and Linnea read a chapter together of The Password of Larkspur Lane.

Rose later returned from her ceramics lab where she had been constructing her big fountain project. She brought back with her a glazed blue and white mug, ready for use. There were giggles as she handed it over for inspection.

“What’s wrong with it now?” Rose called from the coat closet. By this time, she was getting used to comments regarding her projects.

“Nothing,” Mom chuckled. “It’s just so heavy.”

It was quite a hefty mug.

“I made it that way on purpose,” Rose protested.

And they all assured her that it was very nice.

It was a quiet day.