Wednesday, June 29

Up around 7 a.m., but skipped my exercises once again, so I could get ready to go to a 9 a.m. luau breakfast, sponsored by Caring Hands Hospice.

I opted to wear a pink t-shirt, with the organization's logo, with jeans. When Mother came over, she was nicely dressed. She was unhappy that she'd forgotten to wear her logo t-shirt, though I assured her that it didn't matter what she wore. Nothing would do, though, but that I go to her house and search out her t-shirt, which I did.

At the luau, held in the Caring Hands office, we were the only two wearing the t-shirts...the others were dressed for work or other activities. A dozen or so staff and volunteers gathered in the conference/waiting room of the office, which the volunteer coordinator had decorated with all manner of inexpensive Hawaiian decorations (obtained at the everything's a dollar store, I later learned).

Each of us were provided with leis, though Mother and I wore some that we had at home, left from a birthday party. Breakfast consisted of a variety of fruits...fresh pineapple, grapes, strawberries, orange slices, and watermelon, plus maraschino cherries, along with ham for making sandwiches on small rolls, and homemade monkey bread. A choice of Hawaiian punch or coffee was offered. Mother and I chose coffee.

It was a fun and happy hour of mostly ladies, though a 14-year-old girl, and a 14-year-old boy attended (children of the coordinator, and a staff member). They will be office volunteers for the summer...a good way for their parents to keep track of them, I suspect. Two men visited, also...the husband of the coordinator, who is a doctor and a member of the advisory committee, and a minister, also a member of the advisory board.

The minister agreed to get decked out in a "grass skirt," sea-shell bra, leis, and a floral hat, for a photo opportunity. He was warned that the photo would be shown to his congregation. "I was afraid of that," he laughed.

We were back home around 10:30. Mother went to work making a greeting card, while Hubbie and I ran errands...to the roadside vendor to get more blackberries, to a veterinary office to drop off a CD of the Fairytale Theater photos (the vet is the director of the play), to the bank, to a grocery store, to the newspaper office to drop off the word search puzzle contest; and finally to the WDCS for a few grocery items and dog and cat food.

Back home, we had a lunch of leftovers, and then Mother and I both got busy crafting...she making cards, and I creating scrapbook pages.

Later for supper we had leftover salmon chowder, with oatmeal/applesauce muffins. Afterward, Mother and I straightened up our craft area, and searched for folders suited to containing the scrapbook pages we'll enter in the fair. Mother's will be pages of Niece's wedding, and mine will be pages of the our house and property in the four seasons of the year.

Mother went home then, and Hubbie and I watched the 1998 mystery/suspense movie, "Fallen," from the Encore channel. This very strange movie stars Denzel Washington. A homicide detective witnesses the execution of a serial killer, after he has visited with and been touched by the killer on death row. Later, he discovers the evil spirit of the killer can, by touching them, jump from person to person. Can the detective defeat this evil?