2 days of dancing

Wednesday was really busy.  We slept later because Evelyn had not slept much during the night.  We dressed and I rode my bicycle to Merle Lenz’s, the director of the Mexican Refuge fund.  He had sent a paper we needed to complete, and I needed exercise.  It was only mildly windy making the trip easy.  Evelyn rode to Dr. McDougal’s office to pester them into calling her prescription to the mail order pharmacy.  They had promised to do it last week.  She watched them do it this time.  When I returned, I cut the grass on the 3 lawns I am responsible for.  I have to use the electric mower and had better success than last time.  I did tell a friend that if he read that a man was killed cutting the grass with an electric mower that it wouldn’t be from electrocution but strangulation.  We took showers and went to the afternoon Lenten service.  We always try to meet John and Sue afterward to go dancing.  Today we returned to our park to dance to a singing DJ.   There were only  12 in attendance including us.  We went to our house to play dominoes and eat pizza.  We had a good time and were alone by 8:30.  We like finishing the day early.

Thursday we rode to Ranchero Village where John and Sue live.  I wanted to check an address and return some things they had left last.  We caught them just as they were going to town.  We visited and tried to make plans for the next few days.  We accomplished our goal and rode our bikes back home.  After lunch we went to the hall because we had volunteered to work at the happy hour featuring Diego.  We make popcorn and sell sodas to the dancers.  We don’t get to dance much but feel good about helping.  This is strange to me because we have few friends in this park.  The young man who performs is married and expecting a little girl later this month.  The park likes them so much that many brought gifts for a layette.  We also had a new feature.  I had seen small spike like dowels attached to a 4 inch piece of plywood to serve as a place to put pull tabs we collect for the Ronald McDonald house.  The cans are collected by the wood shop and sold to support some of the cost that they incur.  We came home and watched Purdue play one of the worst games I have ever seen them play.  Then we had a good time watching The Life of Pi one of the Academy Award winning films.  John and Sue buy the pirated versions in Mexico.  I won’t buy them because they are illegal and hesitate to even watch them.  I did watch with Evelyn.