The end of the singing

We did our exercises, and then I went off on several errands around town. One of my main missions was to take the computer to SWG to see if Rey could make the old computer work. He wasn’t there but I left it. I also got to talk with Joe who doesn’t think Bonny will be able to go to Big Bend with us. We probably won’t go either since we may have to stay here for Evelyn’s mammogram on April 4. That means no extra days to dwandle on the way west. I also looked for some way to hold the towels on to the seats of the Saturn. While having my battery tester soldered (homemade by Emily’s husband), my friend suggested some clamps that we have at home. I tried them and seemed to have some success. It is early yet. We went to the volunteer appreciation luncheon given by Knapp hospital. We saw one of our former friends there and Evelyn talked briefly to her. When asked where she had been, she said she had been right here. This implies that they have not had communication from us. This despite my sending three e-mails and a written note, receiving a slight question that did not address the topic presented. I guess they are really gone and the fact has had me fighting depression for a while. The strength of the Lord has and will uphold me. The luncheon featured delicious chicken and many introductions of those donating hours. The highest category was 12,000 hours. That is equivalent to spending 5 years in service. Bless their hearts. We left and came home for rest, but Lois and Lionell came to visit. I entertained them for nearly an hour. We had a light dinner and went to church and choir practice. The message was one of the best I have heard from this pastor. The disappointment was after the service when we met to discuss choir rehearsal. It was determined that there would be too few people here to plan to sing on Easter or Palm Sunday. I thought we would sing April 2 because there would still be enough here then but the idea was scrubbed. There just aren’t enough people willing to sing God’s praises at Immanuel. Cest le vive. We did get the good news that the pastor's wife's parents were on the way. They will be staying in our house until July. They should arrive Saturday.