September 18, 2007
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I’m waiting for my friend, the one I drove to Flagstaff with to deliver the car to my daughter. He’s on his way from the airport, will spend the night and then drive to his beach house in the morning. I love having him because he doesn’t want me cooking a big meal, he likes the same food, has the same habits, and I don’t have to entertain him because after we catch up I go off to bed and he calls his girlfriend. Though he might want to go out for a glass of wine or something.
Tomorrow I am going to the beach for a few days. Not his, I’m going to stay down the road from my old beach house, the one Henry and his new bride are going to knock down so they can build something — I won’t go there except to say there is much speculation about this project, even if the kids don’t talk about in front of me. I’m taking a girlfriend I haven’t traveled with before. She’s never been on a trip with anyone but her husband so she’s more excited and maybe worried. She’s very easy to get along with and I know we’re going to have a great time.
The band leader I usually swing dance with had surgery and was back to do the jam last night. We danced to a slow song for the first time — He’s engaged — and he taught me how to do ballroom dancing or at least I think that’s what was going on. He held me at arm’s length and stood very erect, so I tried to mimic him. I felt like we were in a movie. I could see everyone staring, as not much ballroom dancing goes on there. In fact I feel safe in saying that no one in the last 40 years had ever done what we were doing on their dance floor. I hope we do it again.
Comments (9)
Taken either in or out of context, that second to the last sentence is the most awesome sentence of the day.
you are living life well. That sounds so good.
The beach? Oh how I envy you! As I walked this morning I finally had to face the fact that fall is really in the air, and it is not summer anymore.
RYC: I always use a brush. Even when a roller would be far more efficient, I am comfortable with a brush and have the control I need. A paint sprayer is extremely difficult to use properly, or so I’ve been told, by the painter I used to love.
I was in SF for vacation. You always seem to enjoy life moment by moment. I like ballroom dancing too. One of the essential steps in ballroom dancing is posture. The nicest thing is that as soon as you straighten your spine, assume the position, people think that you are a seasonal dancer:)
OK — that’s more fun than anyone should be allowed to have in such a short period of time.
I hope you enjoy it all . . .
Have a splendid time! With all of it!
I hope the girlfriend enjoys dancing.
Thanks for clarifying Rally Girls.
You are putting your energies into what makes you happy, and as someone noted living well.We can all take a page from that book.
I envy you the beach visit. I can never get enough.