Yesterday, my Dad brought some of the bacon he had smoked and we had it with pancakes. A little salty, and not sliced as thin as we're used to, but tasty.

We walked a little and then went to UUFA, where we sang, Everybody's Got a Seed to Sow. I had another small solo, along with about 8 others. The service was intergenerational and thanked RE teachers and volunteers.

After the service, there was a congregational meeting. The budget is not good. Ray went to pick up the dresser, but the woman who was supposed to clear it off and get it out wasn't even there yet. I had to wait awhile after the meeting, but Ray brought me food from Agua Linda--a veggie quesadilla. It was delicious, even cold.

We got home a little after two and left the dresser in the truck. Mike Conroy showed up and we got him to help carry it upstairs for us. Then we gave him some dill.

At 4, I went to Nancy H.'s house and picked up some food a neighbor had given her for the MacNairs. I went to say goodbye to Ray, who is dying of ALS. Each breath is a challenge. His family is there. We thought he knew me, although he cannot talk and his eyes were closed. I am very sad.

We watered the gardens after picking a few peas and one stalk of asparagus. Ray and I ate them with some curried chicken from the freezer and plain brown rice.

I made bread while it was cool and we watched an old Neil Simon movie, Max Dugan Returns. It was just what I wanted.

When I was waking up this morning, I dreamed I was helpig Barack Obama and his friends/advisors. They were much younger, like just out of college. Things like keeping track of where they were meeting and making sure he was eating.