Last Night and This Morning

I really enjoyed last night’s dance class. It turned out  {as the description said} to be what I had learned to call in my far youth when I was in school — “folk dancing.” It was taught by the school’s music teacher in the music room. The only bad thing about it was that two of the people scheduled to turn up did not {with very good excuses} and so there were only four participants. It can be quite confusing to do a dance “for as many as will” with only four people! It should be better next week since the two missing people will be there.

Most of the time I can do what I want to do and forget I am rapidly approaching my seventy-first birthday but last night as I came out of class to walk home, I was very tempted to call Fred and ask him to pick me up. I haven’t felt so physically exhausted for a long time. But as I contemplated this, I remembered that the road home was almost completely all down hill and if I took it slowly, there was no reason why I shouldn’t be able to do it. Usually when I walk home from the school, I do it the long way walking all downhill to the traffic lights, turning in front of the library and walking back up the street where we live to our apartment. Last night I went the short way which involved cutting through the drug-store’s parking lot, going up a hill–short and moderately steep — and down a very steep hill to where we we live. This took me twenty minutes which is almost twice as long as it normally does. When I got home, Fred had supper ready so I ate, had a hot shower {bliss} and spent the rest of the evening on the bed watching a DVD.

I slept very well and this morning I am feeling just a little muscle discomfort. As long as I keep moving, I should be physically all right. It looks as if it is going to be another lovely day so here is what I plan to do:

• have breakfast. The coffee is perking and the oatmeal will take a minute in the microwave.
• do the dishes and clean up the kitchen
• go for a walk. No, I think I will call it a stroll!   This is not the time for the three-and-a-half miles per hour music!
• go to my art class this afternoon
• continue reading John Lescroat’s latest book

Until later…