Ice cream and gasoline.

I was going to completely be by myself on Sunday – I wasn’t going to church service, I was thinking that Sunday dinner with the family wasn’t going to happen, I was happily puttering. Trying to clean up the house (which is a disaster. when J leaves, all the food stuff falls to me. Mostly I have the luxury of making things dirty and leaving plates all over the house and he gathers and washes them all. he will do this also for my baking hobby, though I try to clean while stuff is baking, but he probably does 50% of my baking dishes. so this means there are dirty plates all over the place and remain unwashed for a few days, I don’t never do them, I just don’t do them everyday which is standard protocol if you don’t want fruit flies or ants), go through the mail, practice guitar, read a book, nap.

Turns out, this didn’t happen. I did end up going to church on zoom, which was interesting, I’d never done it before and was happy to see the service from that perspective and it was announced our new interim minister who is an Asian woman! Interesting. I washed dishes while listening to the service.

Then I saw that there were some ripe pears I wasn’t going to be able to get to – so I made a dessert and while it was baking Megan texted and wanted a place to go with James and insisted that I didn’t have to entertain them or spend the afternoon with them, but they were going to go get ice cream and really, how could I refuse Edda and Elka (and me) the opportunity to get ice cream? It was a beautiful day and we spent a little bit of it outside with friends.

Jeremy is having a good time in California. He needed to get gas and hunted around for gas that less than $6 a gallon.