A good dance

We wakened as usual, and Evelyn did the morning routine. I went out and helped the neighbor cut down our Sega palm in front of the house. It looks quite different now. I did go over to the site of the pictures against my better judgement and contacted the photographer about the group pictures. He came over, and we loaded them onto a memory stick that he took with him. We went to pick up Don and Donna Reddel to go to McAllen with us. We first went to the Doctor to get the paper to send to Houston for a second opinion about Evelyn's thyroid surgery. We then took them to the seafood buffet at the Remington Steak House. We enjoyed the buffet but discovered that one of the items was calamari. Unfortunately I liked it. It was prepared so that it was quite spicy, and I liked it. We left there and mailed the items to Houston. We returned home and took a nap. I also learned that the park manager is willing to reroute the water line for us. I may have to like her for being fair after all. Armond came over and invited me for a beer and I went to his house--20 feet away. I was not feeling well enough to drink a beer but did enjoy talking with him and drinking a soda. I came back and we ate a salad for dinner and ate a bun Rose had made for us. We dressed and went to the dance in the hall. It featured a young man called Diego. It is rumored he is a Mexican citizen but speaks eloquent English. He was excellent and the crowd was large. He will play several of our dances next year. We left shortly before it was over but had a good time dancing.