Took Cameron out, bathed and dressed, drove to library. Ray took the bus to his office from there. I looked at lots of websites, but did not find any jobs to apply to. At lunchtime, I took myself to Falafel King and had a tasty gyro. Then I went to the bookstore to buy a notebook for the writing workshop. Follett on Baxter appears to be closed! I went across the street and bought one at that bookstore--recycled for $4.

I drove to the hospital and spent 15 minutes or so looking for the right building and figuring out where to park. This is a workshop for cancer patients and survivors, taught by Sara Baker. Some have been coming for 10 years or more. There were 15 participants when they all got there, and not really enough room. I was there at the invitation of Deb B. She said I was one of her supports and got me in that way. I feel like an impostor...and like I am lucky to be well and should be happier to have only the issues I do.

We paired up and introduced ourselves as a place--Paris, Maine, Fripp Island...We doodled with our right and left hands and wrote words with both hands. We read poetry and talked about it. "I am running into the New Year..." is one of them. Anne Sexton, I think, unless I am mixing them up. "...leaving behind the promises I made when I was 16 or 26 or 36..." Good one.

Then I went by the paint store and got a gallon of the same color paint we used on the downstairs bedroom where my parents have lived the past 3 1/2 years. I had found in the basement the old can, with drips of very light blue, and the formula on the cover from Sherwin Williams--so many parts blue, so many green and yellow. Unfortunately, the top was apparently from a different can than the bottom. If I had looked more closely, I would have seen that the bottom came from Lowe's. The top was a beigey color that I can't recall using in my house anywhere. The nice man at the Sherwin-Williams store matched the color from the drips and I am sure it will be fine. I left the old can there; the paint was stuck in the bottom and no longer any good. One more thing out of the house.

I picked up Ray and we went to an open house for an organization called Children First, best known for its CASA program. I am interested in working with them to help children in the foster care system. It requires 40 hours of training and an 18-month commitment to a child. At the moment, I think I can do that. The building is an old house that was owned by Emmanuel Episcopal and was donated to the group. It has been wonderfully restored and will make a beautiful home. Three rooms are a Visitation Center for foster children to meet with their biological parents in a supervised safe place. One of the donors was Ralph Stephens and a room is named for him. He has been a member at Emmanuel for a long time.

Then we went home and made supper. It was about dark. Ate supper, watched TV, went to bed. I saw the second half of one of my favorites, Corinne, Corinna (with Whoopie Goldberg), set in the 50s when segregation was a big issue. There is an adorable child named Molly in it.