The Daily News Reporter here, reporting the news of my amazingly exciting life. It was such a beautiful spring day, and since I had more energy than yesterday, I simply had to get in my car and drive. Sometimes I wish I could drive until I'm done driving. Someday I'll do just that. Drive, Deb, Drive.

Arrived at Janet's house with my quilt. She lives in Scotch Settlement, wherever that is – about 20 minutes up country. We chatted some more about colours and I had a refresher lesson on quilting technique. Janet is my quilting mentor. Someday I want to be as proficient at it as she is. J. took more pictures of my quilt. She told me she was jealous – I have no idea why, since she is an amazing quilter. I think she's just placating me, but I could be wrong. She asked if I wanted lunch, and I requested fruit and yogurt, and a Pepsi. My appetite has been very strange for the past month. I certainly don't crave the things I used to. Then she whipped up some oatmeal for me and I ate that. It was the first time I've ever had oatmeal for lunch, washed down with Pepsi. There's always a first time for everything, I guess. Thanks for the great meal and the lesson, J. Except that you kidnapped my quilt for a couple of days! Said something about finding material for the binding. Right. You're just in love with my quilt and want it near.

Headed back into town and picked up D. I wanted to climb, climb up Odell Mountain. So we did, panting all the way. Only made it up as far as the water tower, about half way up. It felt so good to have the air breezing through my non-hair and the sun shining through the trees. We made a stop at the Superstore for fruit and vegetables, then up to Sears for a short time. It felt good to do normal things. When I arrived home, I found a beautiful framed photograph of piano keys and the verse The Lord is My Strength and Song inscribed on it. Carolyn's daughter, Katie did it for me. How thoughtful. The Lord is certainly my strength and my song. I never knew how much until this 'situation' in my life. I'm in the "Situation Room."

After dinner, I donned my evening cap and Doug and I went to UNB's Memorial Hall for a concert sponsored by the Canadian Voice of Women for Peace. The Fredericton Ladies Choir was one of two groups performing. My mother, Beth and Judy are in the choir. This choir is amazing. Eighty plus women singing together. I met one of the directors, Peter Steeves, on my way in and he asked how I was doing (he's a friend of ours). I told him I wanted to be in the choir last fall, but alas. He told me there would be room for me in the fall. They performed five songs. My favorites were River St. John, dedicated to the troops in Afghanistan, Where Have All the Flowers Gone, a Spanish number, and a Hebrew song which the director taught the audience. We sang along with the choir. Who would think that in the morning when I awoke that in the evening I would be singing Hebrew? The audience gave the choir a standing ovation. If you live in Fredericton, make sure you go to their next concert. My mom and friends are such celebrities now.

The next group was the UNB Chorale, made up of men and women. It was a tad different, to say the least. We were treated to African songs with drum accompaniment, Chinese songs accompanied by a strange two-stringed instrument (I told Doug to take note; I might want him to make me one, although I'm giving it a second thought), a Mongolian song, a Swedish song and two English songs, one of which we couldn't understand. It was a real cultural experience, to say the least. One of the Chinese songs was about a husband who was sad because his wife had size 12 feet. We're not sure what that had to do with world peace. Perhaps her large feet caused strife in their household or something and war broke out. The last song was John Lennon's Imagine, which was nice. We tended to enjoy the Ladies' Choir much more, but were culturally 'enlightened' by the Chorale, I guess. After that the emcee stated that people could stay for a singsong of some classic peace songs, but we managed to escape. We then perused some 'juried' artwork on peace and an enormous quilt pleading for world peace. I told Doug that when Jesus comes, He will bring peace, as He is the Prince of Peace. He is what the world needs.

So that's the scoop. I thank God I had energy today. I don't take good health for granted anymore. I long for it. I pray for it. I believe He's going to heal me completely. Remind me of that when I'm feeling tired, will you?