Mango ice cream

 

Sunday

I got up at 8. I went through my morning list. I

watered outside. I checked e-mail. I made two batches of cheese squares. I read my book for 20 minutes, then took the second batch from the oven.

I ate fiber gel, checked messages, then made breakfast and ate. I got dressed and went to church. I left the cheese squares in the back and went up front to assemble my trombone.  Keli asked me for glasses so I gave her mine.

The chaplain gave his sermon, we played hymns, then we had communion. After the service, we had a meeting about VBS on Tuesday. They suggested meeting at 7 on Monday and showing up two hours early on Tuesday. I unsuccessfully hid my reaction to spending even more time on this project.

I went home. I planted stuff in the tower garden and planter boxes. I cleaned up some debris. I diluted some old kombucha and drank it. No effect. I ate supper and played the game. Near the end, I made mango 'ice cream' with frozen mango chunks and coconut milk. For some reason, it made me loopy. We went for a walk with John and Michele. Afterward, Chris and I stopped at the garden. I saw the tomatoes were not getting watered.

When we got home, I mowed until the sprinklers came on. I had to leave the mower in the driveway to avoid getting wet. I worked on my blog and made tea. We watched TV. I read some articles and we both went to bed early. But I didn't sleep well.