doc's bag I began this Doctor’s Bag from Knit 2 Together. And then I also began Ivy from Elsebeth Lavold’s Summer Breeze Collection.

I haven’t made a whole lot of progress on ivy_vesteither one — about three inches apiece, I would estimate. They are not yet deserving of photographs, which is why I am giving you the pictures of the patterns instead.

This is because I have been doing frivolous things like going out for meals.

Yesterday after church we had lunch with my parents, which is always fun. Then, following a brief spell of knitting and reading, we went to the ice cream social at the church.

The choir sang, with #2 daughter’s assistance, and then we went and got pie and ice cream and the praise band played for a bit. They were really incredibly bad. #2 daughter and I were sitting with the music director and another chorister, and we sort of didn’t know where to look.

Our choir can certainly sound bad. I think volunteer musical groups often do. Last night, for example, we were singing outdoors, so the sound was different. That meant that everyone who wasn’t looking at the director was slightly off the tempo. A couple of times it made an odd, echo-y effect.

This is why you have to look at the director. It’s something about the speed of light relative to the speed of sound.

But the praise band, bless their hearts, had only four members. All were heavily miked. Each seemed to be singing in a different key. They sang “I Can’t Help Falling in Love With You.” (This is a song made famous by Elvis Presley. By no stretch of the imagination is it a hymn.) They did a sing-along of “Be Thou My Vision,” rocked up for the occasion.

If you click on the link, you will be able to hear this lovely song. You will also be able to judge the likelihood that everyone will have memorized all the verses and be able to sing along while eating pie.7

Never mind. It was a lot of fun. The praise band normally plays at the Saturday night service, so I hadn’t heard them before, and will have to do so again some time when they are more together. Here’s the pie I brought. Apples and nuts, and more a tart than a pie, but it was very good, if I do say so myself.

Speaking of hymns, I encountered a really beautiful one that I had never heard before: “I Want to Walk as a Child of the Light” by Kathleen Thomerson. On this page you can find a link to hear it played (very slowly) by a brass ensemble.

So yesterday we had cinnamon rolls (#2 daughter’s request, and it was a last-minute request, so I didn’t have time to make them fresh and they were store-bought from a can type rolls), then a restaurant lunch, birthday cake, then the ice cream social, and then when we got home the guys were returning from working on a friend’s garden and were very hungry. It turned out that I had not gone grocery shopping at all, apart from the quick run to the store for cinnamon rolls, and we had no meat in the house. Hmm. So #2 daughter ran out for burgers. Saturday was a restaurant lunch at about 2:00, a visit to a candy store, movie theater popcorn, and leftover restaurant food instead of cooking dinner.

Today will of course be a day of oatmeal and salads. And a trip to the grocery. #2 daughter will be heading back to her midwesten fastness today, and I will need to shovel out the house.

That’s the plan.