Tip: When you are having company (like your parents) and you only have so much time to clean and the kitchen counters, that all the world can see, are a disheveled piley mess, throw the nearest bath towel over the mess. It a big, albeit interesting, improvement. Plus, it keeps the bacon grease from further smearing the cookies sheets and things. We had Pioneer Woman pancakes, they weren't as good this time, they turned out twice as thick as the first (last) time I made them. I used up my baking powder and had to get the next can to finish the measurement (3 whopping Tablespoons). Too bad the next can in the pantry was not a new can, but an opened and expired can. Too bad I didn't find that out until I'd dumped the old powder in with the new. Would that make them twice as thick? Old powder? Also, I forgot to put both eggs in the batter (?!?!?!?) and had to add the second egg after the fact.

I have to go to beddy-bye. Lasted the day w/out a nap, little sleep in the night and going great guns all day long. Today in church I accompanied my friend who plays oboe, we played during Communion. Our song was long, so I was shocked to look up when we were finished and see not even half the congregation had been served Communion. Normally, our songs are timed just right for our small church. Then the pastor announced that whoever set up Communion forgot to pour grape juice in the little cups . . . well, there was grape juice in the top tray only and all the ones stacked below were empty. Hmmm. But, when finally everything was figured out (some of us didn't get Communion) and the service ended, Oboe and I were told that we made people cry. We aim to please. Almost anything written by Craig Courtney is so beautiful you can hardly stand it. Anyway, much better feeling than last Sunday when I sat on the piano bench like a stooge and lost my mind.

Looking up old friends and schoolmates on Facebook is turning out to be a lot of fun. Especially when it compels you to go get your old yearbooks down off the top closet shelf and dust them off. Then you start reading (and inhaling mildew) what people wrote. I think I will share a couple of choice entries tomorrow.

Buh-bye,
KEM