Yesterday morning, I made cookies for Ray's symposium. They meet every Thursday and he and Sally are in charge.She did a lot of the preparation, arranging for speakers, so he is repsonsible for refreshments every week. He helped with these and a few got burnt, so we had to keep them. I also minced some parsley for the dish I was making later in the day. We took a short walk and I planted some things in the garden--beans and squash. It may be too late in the year, and the heat and drought may kill them, not to mention bugs, but I wanted to try.

Then we headed to town and stopped by Kroger so Ray could buy a lot of packaged cookies, coffee, and half & half. He will get reimbursed, but I don't think there is any way to sell the homemade cookies, although we can get reimbursed for the ingredients. I got to the Land Trust about 11. I spent half an hour writing a press release, and some more time just reading things on line. I also called the YMCA. I read in the paper that they got a grant to provide after-school services to Hispanic children. I emailed them to let them know I was interested. They had to ask peopel in the community questions as part of their needs assessment, so we did that over the phone. The woman was appreciative and said they might need my help. We'll see.

Then I had a really nice lunch with Becky at Last Resort. I talked a lot and the food was good. Yes, I had the vegetable grill, which I get most of the time. It was still yummy! And we split a piece of coconut cake for my Mom. The waitress got confused when I said that and thought I wanted it to go. Then she was upset when I explained my Mom just died. It's hard to say things like that to people and make them sad, but I don't really want to avoid the topic either.

I went home, because Ray realized that he forgot to bring the cookies, after putting them in containers. I had a little time here to write and chat with Molli on Skype, before heading back to town with the cookies in time for the 3:30 class. The traffic was obscene and I got there later than I wanted. This is the first week of classes. I don't know if the hot weather is a factor, too, but maybe I just am not usually trying to drive on campus that time of day. He was very grateful.

I went home again and made tabouli for supper. Some recipes make me really mad. I tripled this one, because it said it served 4 and that didn't seem like enough. Even tripled, it only made half a bowl of tabouli. Also, it didn't really have enough time to cool. I had a little more computer time before Ray got home. He took my Dad's car, which he could get to on a campus bus (although in fact, his friend John gave him a ride). He said the cookies were a big hit and they want them again next week. We could make them and freeze them. I wonder if we should try a different kind.

Then we went to the Kenney Ridge Thursday night potluck. It was fun and delicious. I am afraid I ate too much. Two blueberry desserts. I resisted the brownies though. We played Boggle again. Ray wins every game, even though he would agree that I am more of a word person than he is.

A couple of TV shows and bed at a reasonable hour. I slept badly, waking frequently. At one point, it was raining, so that was good. I hope it rained a lot, but I doubt it. It has stopped now and I will check the rain gauge soon. Toward morning, I had an interesting but good dream. I was in a strange town and met a pleasant young woman. We thought we knew each other and she encouraged me to talk with her a while, even though she was working at a bar or restaurant. I didn't wake up until after 6.