On My Own

We tried to sleep in but couldn’t. I went to the kitchen band practice, but Evelyn couldn’t go because she had to dress and wait for Bonny to take her to the LWML lunch. The group has “secret sisters” who pray for them and send cards throughout the year. She took a cake she had baked. Our friend, John Hamel, sat in at the piano because our regular pianist has not yet arrived. When I returned, she was still waiting. Bonny is almost always late. She came and they left. I left shortly thereafter. I had looked for Bob Breseman to ask him to go, but he couldn’t. I went to the CVS to talk with the pharmacist, but he was busy. I went on to the flea market to get a ball plucker to put on the end of my putter. I had looked there before but never found one until today. I also found the booth that belongs to our neighbors before going to the grocery for toilet paper, etc. From there I went to Jack-in-the-Box for lunch. I got 2 chicken sandwiches to take home and 2 breakfast croissants for my lunch. I also had a coupon for a free real ice cream milkshake. I chose an eggnog flavor, and it was delicious. I went to Wal-Mart for ice cream and returned to the CVS. I got to talk to the pharmacist this time and got some Sudafed for my sinus. I hope be able to stop clearing my throat. My sinuses are draining constantly, causing my throat clearing. It is driving Evelyn crazy. I got home minutes before she did. She went to bed for a nap. I was blessed to find that Purdue was playing basketball on TV. After the game we went to visit a friend, Sylvia Owens. Her husband, Charles, had died in June, and they had been very kind when I worked for Immanuel. He suffered from Parkinson’s disease all the time I knew him but was always friendly, as was she. She is doing well and will stay here in the Valley to live. We came home so I could finish tweaking the message, and she could mail a package off to Stacy.