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Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Sorry, I tried to get the pictures from my phone this morning and the computer is too full--only 2.5 GB left and they won't download. I remember when...that was more memory than the largest computer had...oh, well. I will have to find time to delete some things I don't need...

Time is what I don't have, but tomorrow is my "free" day. I usually manage to fill it up. This week, there is homework and cooking. If it stops raining, there will also be my Dad  and gardening.

Yesterday, I spent all day at the Council on Aging. I typed a lot of names and addresses into the computer and today I will hand address the invitations for a Mexican night next week. I spoke to one member on the phone who will come meet with us next Tuesday morning. She is interested in end-of-life decisions and also wants some help with driving to concerts on rainy nights. Kate and I also talked about an idea for writing down the members' stories and publishing them as a fund-raiser. I have wanted to do this for a while anyway--not as a fund-raiser for the Village, but interviewing older people to get their stories and record them for family and the community. They are real history and can be very interesting.

Ray and I picked Elisa and Molli up and came home. I made chili, but of course it needed to cook for a few hours. He and I had to go back to the theater, so he could read for this play. I read some more too. It was really fun. It is a dark but very funny play. One scene I read was three adult daughters, drinking whisky and talking about their mother. She got various doctors to write her prescriptions and then, when they refused to write any more, she threatened to sue them for over-prescribing. It doesn't sound very funny, but it was. We had a good time, but they kept us until 10--I had thought we would be leaving quickly, so we could eat our chili. This is a compliment and suggests that we were being seriously considered, but it was really late for us. We ate chili and watched the State of the Union address, which Molli had thoughtfully recorded for us.

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