Frustration. I spent most of yesterday looking for the books for my classes, and I still don't have most of them!

Cut my walk a little short in the morning to leave when Ray wanted. Got him to class, went to my class (very little content). Drove to bookstores on Baxter Street. Neither one had any copies of the books for either of my classes. There was a notice that the books for one class were available through special order and the other class was not even listed. Took the car back to Ray's parking lot and walked to the "official" bookstore on campus. They had one copy of one book left, new.

Molli picked me up and we went to the social security office, where she was able to request a new card, which should arrive in a couple weeks. We drove to the library, where I returned one book, paid a fine, and renewed another book. They have three books that are marked as not returned and so had locked me out of the online renewing system, accumulating the fines...annoying. Not that I really mind  paying fines to the library.

Drove home and had lunch with Molli. She worked on her application for substitute teaching, an incredibly difficult experience. As she said, no wonder they have a shortage of subs! Meanwhile, I was searching for inexpensive used copies of my books. I prefer digital, but only one was available at a good price. The other two I finally ordered from Abe Books, using cool software Molli told me about that finds and compares prices on books: BigWords.com. I was quite pleased at the results, until my credit card was declined. I have re-ordered one, but haven't been informed the other is cancelled. Bizarre.

Wednesday is potluck, except that the Coming of Age class is making dinner once a month and selling it for five dollars instead. So no preparation for me. I am supposed to eat with Mason on those occasions, as I am his mentor. Last month and this month, he was not there. In fact, very few of the kids participating were there last night--not sure why. Glad it's not really my problem. We enjoyed the soup dinner and the company of a grad student named Leon who has just started coming.

Sleepy by the time we drove home from choir and went right to bed, reading a little Evanovich.