Sunday

It was my turn to pick up the donuts this morning for Emmanuel but when I got to the shop it was closed, and a note on the door said someone was in hospital.

The little crowd sitting around with their coffee, waiting for the 8 o'clock service to start didn't seem unduly bothered, but I think the person in charge thought I should have gone to a supermarket and bought some.    She rustled round in the kitchen and produced plates of biscuits (called cookies) and got some scones out of the freezer (called biscuits and usually served with gravy, yuk) they were baked and served with butter and preserves.   I thought it was all better than the donuts.

I stayed for the service and afterwards went to Barnes and Noble in Norman.   Following my confession of being innumerate Bruce and Rosalyn have kindly offered to teach me maths, so I bought a couple of childrens' workbooks.   They are for grades 4 and 5 - I think that is age 9/10 - which I think seems to be where I am at.

It has been a lovely summer day.   This evening I went to the church near the lake which Larry, our former senior hospital chaplain, has taken over to build up.  I am introduced to everyone and they are all very kind and welcoming.   I regretted not having my camera with me because 'luxurious' is the best description of it.  Beautiful thick pile carpets, comfortable upholstered seats, I wish Anglican/Episcopalian churches could be more like that.   But I will be back, so I'll take pictures next time.

After all this running around I am quite exhausted this evening.