A fishy day

The best part of the meeting: lunch


Older people training to teach people to drive.

We were up, and I was off to McAllen for my final day of training in the new edition of the AARP Driver Safety class. I had to spend the day listening to people explain how to use the book. I agree that the new layout is much better and the new video is superb, but it will take me some time to learn how to use it comfortably. This despite the fact that I have only used the old book 4 times. I won’t be qualified to use it until after my February class and don’t know whether I will have another class prior to next fall. We shall see. I went to the Christian book store afterward and bought 1,000 plastic communion cups. They are really expensive but should last us for several years. At least we will be able to borrow the trays from Ranchero village. I think there are several misplaced wafers at Immanuel that won’t be used. I came on home and Evelyn had just laid down. I opened the mail and read the e-mail. After that I finished reading a book that some friends had loaned me: Dinner with a Perfect Stranger. It is a good read set in a restaurant between Jesus and the author who was invited. The discussion over dinner was an attempt by the invited party to find out whether the host was who he claimed to be. I am almost finished with it and want to return it to our friends before we go to dinner with them tomorrow night. We had fish for dinner. Evelyn ate the creole tilapia that I had brought from the meeting today. I ate the fish she had brought from some other friend’s fish fry to which we had been invited after church yesterday. We then took a walk, intending to go to the park meeting next door to ask people to come to the hospice talk Friday afternoon. We had forgotten that both of these parks had been invited to a Mel Tillis concert, and the meeting had been cancelled. We went to the Durkins to see if Genny wanted to go to dinner on her birthday Wednesday. We decided to go to the King Buffet because Genny likes Chinese food and Whiney Ray will only pay for Chinese food on her birthday. They talked about asking whether there were any tickets left for the show. We came home, I read more of the book, Evelyn read upstairs, I watched TV as I wrote this blog. We have a couple of doctor’s appointments tomorrow and an invitation to dinner with imperfect friends.