Sunday, December 6

Slept late this morning and then did a treadmill session and resistance exercises. It was a usual Sunday after that... programming the DVR, doing laundry, reading the Sunday newspaper, and talking on the phone to Granddaughter, who said it was not until she, Daughter, and Great-grandkids were on their way home yesterday that she realized there was no chicken in the chicken noodle soup. We had a good laugh over it.

Before having a lunch of leftovers, we watched the Radio City Music Hall Christmas Spectacular that I had recorded from the PBS channel. After that, Mother went home for a while, and I, at the request of the reporter who interviewed me, selected closeup snapshots of graham cracker cookie Christmas houses to send to the editor of the regional insert of the state newspaper.

Then I decided on something to wear to the "Festival of Lessons and Carols," at 4 p.m. at a local church. I can't seem to win for losing, though, because when I saw the ad in our local newspaper about the church service, I thought it was being held at the same place as it has been every year. But when we arrived, we were puzzled to see that no one was there.

So we checked at another church that we thought would be the next logical place for the service, and were disappointed to find that it wasn't being held there, either.

We decided to come back home and check the newspaper to see where it was being held, and found out it was at the Episcopal Church. So we hurried there and arrived just as the service began. We weren't sure if Mother would be able to handle the two flights of steps up to the church doors, but she managed fine.

The service we are used to attending is a community event, with folks from several faiths participating in the readings and carols. The community flute choir usually performs, too. But at the church this afternoon, the service was conducted only by the church members. But it was still very nice. The choir sang several carols that are our favorites, like "In the Bleak Mid Winter," "Lo How a Rose E'er Blooming," "I Wander as I Wonder," "What Child is This," and "Ding Dong! Merrily on High." We felt quite at home in the church, since we knew several members of the choir, a few of the readers, and lots of folks in the congregation.

Back home about 5:30 p.m., we had a supper of the leftover chicken noodle soup (this time, we actually put some chicken in it), and cinnamon rolls for dessert.

Mother went home after that, and Hubbie and I sat down to watch "The Express," a 2008 PG true story movie about college football player Ernie Davis, the first African-American to win the Heisman Trophy.