Tuesday

 Did a bleach wash, then started on the lemon squares I decided to make and bring to the covered dish. Several years ago, I had read advice from some celebrity chef or other: don't make for company or for other than family a dish you hadn't made before.

I should have listened, but after all, I cook and bake a fair amount, and how hard could lemon squares be?  Well, they're not difficult, but "hard" is the operative word. For some reason, the crust part turned out to be harder--or stiffer, or something--than I think they should have been. Even so, I paced them up and stowed them in my carryall. 

Lora picked me up a little early, so we drove up into the hills and she showed me where she had lived when she was unmarried. Got to Dudley House after and settled in. I was chagrinned to realize how sparse attendance was. There seem to be few and few people who attend each year since COVID hit and last night, incredibly, only twenty showed up.  

It was fun, though, and I know Lora had a good time, too. After we ate, as ever, Connie K. and a young woman impersonated "Anna and Adelaide of San Bonaventura in 1905. Their performance was taken from memoirs of an actual early Ventura resident; it was very enteraining:

Home at about 8:30 and on Wednesday morning, when I went to top off this entry, I had no internet. Called Yondoo Communications and was told yes, they were having a problem here because of some missed connections or screwed-up mechanical part or because the Russians committed sabotage or whatever.  Okay, so continued on next day...

robyn