Winter at Last

Thursday, November 30, 2006

It was still raining boldly and steadily at 5:30 that morning. After the car windshield fogged up to render the road unrecognizable, OLeif opened the back window on the way to the Silverspoon’s to trade in the poor old Honda for Curly’s car.

At the office, as the sleet began to pour from the skies, Ivy came in armed with great hooded coat, ice-melting solution, and an ice scraper a yard long.

“Let’s get this bulletin cranked out so we can go home,” she said.

She had also brought Collette a warm biscuit with grape jelly to help get the day rolling.

And the ice continued to fall as schools and colleges closed and the morning waned. OLeif arrived for a meeting with Jimmy at one, and after aiding Ivy with a spreadsheet, they all split before 3:30 as the storm grew even worse.

That evening, Joe wrote Collette to tell her that he had “pulled a fifty foot drift” on the way back home from picking up dinner.

Collette wondered if the four to eight inches would actually come.

After dinner, OLeif practiced music for the children’s Christmas program on Collette’s red violin. After he tried using a small package of rice and Rose’s shoe for a shoulder rest, he finally pulled Collette’s actual shoulder rest out of his case. Collette was not entirely sure she liked the idea of Rose’s shoe being crunched between Jacob’s shoulder and her old violin. After all, it was turning 110 that coming year.

The rest of the evening saw Collette folding 425 bulletins and programs for that coming Sunday while the sleet still whistled.

And apparently the weather was not cooperating well with Rose that day:

“The snow has attacked me!!!!! It hit my head!!!!!” – Rose Snicketts

“God made ice for people to slip on.” – Rose Snicketts