Well, not quite.
Rebecca and I went to church this morning, the first service for our new pastor. She spent the hour being sad. She suddenly realized that our former pastors were actually gone. She'll be fine but I could understand it. I think our new pastor will do well but transition can be a little difficult. He's a singer which is a good thing. I would've missed the music.
She and I stopped by the hospital to see Ray. He's been moved to a regular bed so she could go in with me. They had us wearing masks and suddenly I couldn't breathe. Some fragrances bother me and there must have been something either incorporated in the mask or used in the room that set me off. I had to leave before I started sneezing and coughing. He understood - he's used to it. It doesn't rise to the level of allergy; just a sensitivity of sorts and one that's fairly recent. It's mainly florals and I stay away from powdered laundry soap (liquid is less messy anyhow) and from many perfumed household items. The soap aisle at the store is a challenge and I have to remember to bring tissues in with me so I don't have to buy them on an emergency basis. It's a nuisance but nothing worse.
He was much more alert today and able to laugh with Rebecca at something funny she said. It's a big improvement from Friday. He called a few minutes ago to say good night and sounded better yet. He was understandable over the phone which hasn't happened in a while.
This afternoon Rebecca, Rochelle, and I went back to the church for a welcome to pastor ice cream social. Elcie begged off which isn't unusual lately. It was fun but we didn't stay long.
Tim needed a ride (that boy must get a driver's license) so I went (by myself for a change) to pick him up in exchange for my usual caramel macchiato. I took pity on Elcie and brought her back a small strawberry frappucino.
No lake today so that was 32 miles of driving I was able to skip. They may go tomorrow. The 4th will be mobbed. Instead they hung out around here. It wasn't exactly lake burnout; just the need for a break. I know the feeling.
And now Rebecca is asleep in my bed, the smallest cat is asleep almost on my feet, and I don't see my camera.
I have a ton of laundry to put away - tomorrow. I kept waiting for it to cool off tonight but it never really did. Most of it is stuff the girls pulled out of drawers and off hangers. I think they'll pitch in on putting it away before we go anywhere tomorrow. I still haven't figured out why the one shirt they simply must wear is always on the bottom of the 4th drawer they empty. That's why I hang most things but there simply isn't room for it all. None of it is on the bed at the moment so as long as I can shove Rebecca and any odd cats out of the way, I'll be fine.
Matter of fact, I think I'll head there in a few minutes.
Thanks to all for the comments. We have new visitors and, once again, I'll try to go back through the posts, introduce them, and add them to the blogroll. But not tonight. I might zap my whole blog again.
Speaking of blogger (sort of), has anyone been having problems with access lately? One of my friends struggled for a couple of days before she discovered it was some strange virus. It's been fixed and she's back in business but I pass it on in case any of you are having the same problem.
Mollie, Giants won. Split the San Diego matchup 2 and 2. One game out of first place. Not too shabby for the over the hill gang. The geriatric Giants, that's us. Maybe that's why I'm so fond of them.
Hope all of you who are lucky enough to have a 4 day weekend have a wonderful time. Our 4th will be quiet although we'll probably watch the fireworks in the next town down the road. Maybe 5 miles away, if that. They're better than ours and run a little earlier. Most years we can see ours from a distance just beginning as we drive back into town. We'll probably have a few safe and sane things for the girls. The street will be all but blocked off, all the neighbors will have displays, and we'll have an informal block party. We always make sure our hose and plenty of water is handy for all.
An adult lights everything but the sparklers and the girls have learned that sparklers are hot. They like to let them burn down and use them as sidewalk chalk.
Started to say good night five minutes ago and got sidetracked. Typical.
P. S. I found a blonde brownie recipe earlier today and now I can't remember where. If any of you recognize yourself, let me know. I'd like to steal it and post it here.
PPS. Things I discover while googling.
July 3 is . . . . . Stay Out Of The Sun Day and Compliment Your Mirror Day
January 22 is national Blonde Brownie day. I bet you all knew that didn't you.