Son Micah was supposed to have returned from music camp yesterday, and Grandpa and Grandma were to have delivered a new computer to him this morning. I thought either he or Mom might be on the net tonight, so we can have word of how the camp went. No sign of either thus far.

Vicki taught the ladies' meeting this afternoon, here at the house. The monthly meeting rotates among the women's homes, and this month for the first time in a long while it was held at our house. Usually, the host lady also teaches.

Afterwards, we all traipsed up to Jose Roberto and Lea's house where I baptized Ilma. She and Bete had been studying together -- the evangelistic series Glenn Robb and I put together back in 1985 -- and Ilma decided last night before the last study that she wanted to take the plunge.

The water was very cold. I had a bit of trouble talking, though I tried not to let the chill show. Ilma was not so practiced. She cried out after she got in the pool -- it was almost to her shoulders.

I did the baptism putting her head downward rather than laying her in the water backwards. Seems to work so much better and since there is no specific instruction how to do it, I've lately begun placing the face in the water. Any objections?

Well, daughter Leila, age 11, has said for some time she wants to study to prepare her for baptism. And she said on the way home she much preferred the laid-back method. So I'll respect that.