I'm having way too much fun with the new scanner to write much. It's not as steep a learning curve as I thought it would be. The old scanner on the old computer was similar, this one just does more stuff. When I get something done that's publication worthy, I'll post it. So far, everything looks pretty amateurish.

George sent sad news that Thomas Williams died yesterday. He was 75. The obituary in Tupelo's paper was incomplete. I will always be grateful for the kindness he showed to my children, especially Ricky, who enjoyed many hours of water skiing behind Thomas' boat. Thomas, Billy Francis, and David Monaghan were the "young deacons" elected after Daddy became pastor at Plantersville. He always credited the building of the first educational annex to the church to the younger men's influence, as the older deacons were opposed to it. Tom and Janie were high school sweethearts who managed to make their marriage last until "death do us part." May he rest in peace and rise in glory. Peace to those who sorrow.

From LaRue, I learned that her brother-in-law Buddy had a mild stroke last week. He's expected to fully recover within a few weeks. I hope he and Betty Sue know how lucky he is that it was mild. I also hope they take all the preventive measures his doctor recommends to prevent any more.

Still haven't heard back from today's birthday boy, so I hope he's enjoying himself wherever he is, and I'm sure he is. Since he's an admirer of our choir's music, I should let him know about the All Saints Evensong on Sunday at 5:30. We're doing some beautiful pieces. There is one selection, however, that I hope we are never asked to sing again - "Let us now praise famous men." It got a thumbs down from all of us ladies and some of the guys. David must have been in a mean frame of mind when he picked that. The devil made me do it?

Mike just called to see if I wanted to meet him for lunch at No. 1 China Buffet. Guess I better get dressed.