erhaps I overdid a bit yesterday, as my cold may be worse this morning.

I took a quick walk, a quick bath, and was eating my breakfast of yogurt and toast when Mary Jean arrived. She was pleasant about waiting for me to finish, drinking coffee she had brought with her. It was a beautiful morning, and we drove to UUCA in Atlanta for a day of singing with about 100 other UU's from churches around the state (and Alabama). I love these annual events mostly because we read about 20 new pieces of music--and that is my very favorite part of choir, when we first learn a new piece. I don't like all of them, but a lot of them. Each director had five pieces, I believe, and they all had their own style. Cathy's pieces were all in other languages: Cantar (in Spanish), one in Japanese, one in Swahili. They were beautiful, and my favorites, but some of the members of our choir are a little resistant to singing in other languages. The young dynamic director of UUCA, Don, smiled all the time. He was so energetic and upbeat, it was fun. But I still like my director best. UUCA has a round sanctuary--pretty fun.

At lunch, I sat with and helped Denise, a new member of our congregation who is partially blind and has mobility issues as well. It must be very difficult to be in a new place. When we plan events, we don't think about people's needs. The sandwiches were in piles on the table, labeled tuna, turkey, etc. She couldn't begin to help herself and stood waiting until I offered. It's enlightening to put yourself in someone else's shoes. The lunch was wonderful, supposedly from a nearby Russian deli. Hmm, maybe there are advantages to living in Atlanta. They had recycling bins, but I was surprised the sandwiches came in styrofoam boxes and they offered canned Coke products. I did not have any, although I did take a little package of chips!

We drove home happily and I had only a little time before we left for dinner. We tried a new seafood restaurant. The menu had lots of great choices and was not extremely expensive. It seemed a little quiet for a Saturday night, but by the time we left, it was very crowded, with people standing waiting for a table. We met Becky & Kent there and enjoyed our dinner very much. My Dad said his swordfish was excellent. I thought the food was not great, not bad, but not really good either. My grouper was somewhat bland and came with macaroni and cheese and creamed spinach. Kind of unusual choices.

Then we went to see Romeo and Juliet at the Seney-Stovall Chapel. They had done interesting things to the stage, building it up with a large set of two-sided steps, painted to look like stone. Harry Valentine was Romeo, which is why we went. My mother and I had the same reaction. I have seen lots of different versions of this play, but I don't like it, because I know how it ends. I have this feeling of dread through the whole thing, and lots of people get killed. You want to say, "No, don't do it..." The costumes were peculiar, a sort of mix of periods. But my father really enjoyed it and Kent and Becky were delightful company.We were home by 11.