Monday again?

Where does the weekend go?

Well, I spent some of it finishing

up the last of my new stitching

patterns!  I love how they turned out!

What I didn't write about yesterday was

that when we were out to lunch on Saturday, 

Pam told me I need to be copying the interpreter

when they are signing the songs.  Even if I don't

remember what a sign is, even if I can't keep

up, just copy.  4 out of the 5 songs we sang

yesterday I didn't even know.  So I am

on my way to church yesterday and telling

God, "I can't do it and I'm not going to try."

When the music came on I found myself signing

anyway.  Note to self:  Don't tell God what

you are NOT going to do!  And I actually did

pretty well.  I surprised myself.  The one song

I did know I still messed up a little on.

But I've been told by many people that no

one can see me from behind, first of all, and

secondly no one knows when you mess up

because they don't know sign.  I would add

a third thing to that:  You aren't signing for

them, you are signing for the deaf person

(although we don't have any deaf people

at this time) and you are signing for God.

He doesn't care if you mess up.  All He

cares about is that you do your best! 

I have an appointment today with a medicare

specialist who works with the council

on aging here in Angola.  Hopefully I will

leave knowing exactly what I need to do

as far as supplemental insurance, etc.  I hope

I don't need to get that as I really cannot

afford it.  But I guess I just leave that

in God's hands like anything else.  

I'm looking forward to tonight's class.  

There is a deaf boy in this class so that

is interesting and gives us a little practice.

He's 18, I think.  His mother and brother

are both coming as well.  They all seem very nice.