Monday
The book on CD did not work as well as I had hoped, but I will try again. I went through the morning list and cleaned up here and there. I put something in the dehydrator. I looked up spaghetti squash and it said if picked, they would ripen in a warm sunny place. I looked up hymns for Galatians, and picked two for Sunday.
I went to 607 to do some last minute things. I asked a nearby maintenance man if he would move the bag of tire shreds for me and he did. I put the smaller bags in the trash as well. I picked some zucchini and a spaghetti squash. I raked gopher mounds. I saw someone had pulled out the tomato plant and I guessed it must have been the former resident.
I went to my garden. I picked some cherry tomatoes, a squash and two sweet potato plants. One had potatoes that were small, but worth picking. The other I took home and planted in a grow bag with another sweet potato plant.
I went to the library to make a copy of a hymn for Sunday. Then I went home for breakfast. I read e-mail.
Before 2, I went to 607 for inspection. I was hoping they would accept the blue ring left in the toilet and they did – because they were going to replace all the toilets. Yesh! I wish I had known that. The inspector said she trusted I would remove the garden when it died. I was hoping to get out of that, but I agreed to come back after the first freeze.
I picked up Isadora (who was sleeping so I had to wait for her). We went to 5142 and worked on Steve's apartment. I worked in the kitchen and bedroom until she finished the bathroom.
I took her home and went home to get the key to 607. I took it to Housing to turn it in. When I got home, I put some of the vegetables I picked in the steamer. I ate other leftovers while waiting. By the time they were steamed, I had to leave for the chapel.
Sophia was there waiting even though I was a few minutes early. We talked, then set up for bells. Keli and the chaplain came. So we played through hymns for Sunday, and Thanksgiving and started on Christmas.
Andrea arrived for bells and no one else was there. So she listened until Michele and John arrived. Then I dismissed the band and joined the bell ringers. For some reason, it was hard to figure out who should play which bells. We got the first piece sorted out and played through it numerous times and it finally sounded pretty good.
I was tired, so we all packed up and put everything away. They left me to turn off lights and pack up my music and trombone. When I got home, I ate some of the steamed vegetables. I sat at my computer and read messages and listened to a podcast that turned into a sales pitch for an electrical device that increases blood flow to the eyes.
I worked on my blog, then worked on payment or 607. I watched an episode of Call the Midwife. I put on the next CD of the book and went to bed.






