Saturday

Saturday morning
Trying to remember what I have done lately, but further back than 24 hours is a bit of a stretch.   I did have a highlight last night though, Bruce and Rosalyn invited me to the theatre on the OBU campus to see  "Much Ado about Nothing"  in a modern setting, but with Shakespeare's original language.  It was a lovely evening and I so appreciated them asking me.




Saturday evening
The day has moved on, a lot of it spent hanging out at Staples, behind the counter at the technical desk.   I have been having computer issues. Although I was invited behind the counter I wasn't supposed to be there, the technician and I were  doing things we shouldn't, like trying to get into my e-mail - he said they are not supposed to be privy to information like that but the manager was turning a blind eye.  I told the technician I wanted to at least be able to Skype, and access my e-mail and my blog this weekend - he said he understood.


So I might be taking it back on Monday.  Although the guy helping me today was very computer savvy he wasn't actually one of the technical guys, none of whom seemed to be about this afternoon.


I have also been doing more cooking than I felt like.    The hospital gives it volunteers a turkey just before Thanksgiving, and I took mine on Thursday where it has been thawing out in my hall.   I'd thought of donating it, dropping it off at the Salvation Army, but I am sure they have plenty, so I am cooking it.  Then I will cut it up and freeze it in portions - like I say, a lot more work than I really wanted.    ALSO, tomorrow at Emmanuel we are all asked to take a crock pot of soup.   One church member, a potter, made 50 ceramic bowls which we are asked to buy at $15 each, and have a lunch of soup.  The money raised will go towards the feeding ministries - the lunches for the homeless and their monthly breakfast.  I just got the calculator out and 50 bowls at $15 each I think is $750, so that is worth doing.




So as I type, I have got soup in my crockpot, a turkey in the oven, and another soup for my supper simmering on the stove.  I threw the turkey giblets into a pan for the stock for tonight's supper; why do I give myself so much work, I ask myself.    Not only that, my dodgy shoulder is hurting from all this carrying around of printers, computers and turkeys.


While all this activity was going on I did have a phone call from Michael at the monastery at Beaumont, inviting me for Thanksgiving, he said he'd recorded 'Last Night at the Proms' for me to see.   Bless.  I said I'd let him know after the weekend, but I don't think I can manage it, it is too soon to my trip home.  I did appreciate the invite and the affection though.