This is Sunday, and after breakfast I went down to the coffee shop and read the newspaper. then I went up to the apartment and picked up my purse, and Chris and I went down to the lobby to meet Karen who was driving us to the church. A new friend here, Dorothy Stolte, came with us. One of her sons is Mormon, and all his family. She didn't tell us that at first, she just asked if she could go to church with us. Of course we said yes. It was a long Sacrament Meeting, with lots of noisy kids. When our children were young, there was a separate room, with glass in front of it, just off the chapel. The people with noisy children would take them there during the service, but they could hear and see everything going on. I thought that was a splendid idea, and I was sorry the church gave up that policy. Karen's husband refuses to go to this Church because of all the noise. He goes to the Presbyterian Church just down the street from their house, although he was baptized a Mormon. We got back here in time for lunch, and today mine stayed down. We had a rest, and then we went for a walk, just around the Villas, and then came back inside for our dinner. It was all right, but I spilt tomato sauce on the skirt of my "Le Suit" suit. It is polyester, but lined and everything, so it says "dry clean", and I will have to take it in. I did try to sponge it off, but I don't know if I did any good doing that. We'll see after it's dry cleaned.