We had our breakfast as usual, and then we came back to the apartment. We were to go to Karen's for lunch, so we didn't plan anything special to do the rest of the morning. That was a good thing, because we had a visitor. It was a new lady who just moved in the apartment at the end of the corridor. We met her a couple of days ago in the dining room, and she asked me to come knock on her door to visit. I didn't, so she came over and knocked on our door, and brought her San Diego newspaper, since we had only the local one delivered. She stayed a while, admired our view (She looks out on a cement wall, and the top of one car), and talked about her life. A little while after she left, we drove to Karen's; Terry wasn't there, because this is his day to tour-guide on the aircraft carrier in San Diego Bay. But Al was there, and it was good Terry wasn't, because they don't get along too well. Anyhow, Karen cooked a delicious meal, chicken sishkabobs,corn bread, fruit, carrot soup and ginger ice cream sandwiches. In the afternoon my visiting teache r and her husband came over.