Last Dance

When the alarm went off at 7 a.m., Ken's first words were, "The only thing worse than getting up early is getting up early to go to the dentist!" It wasn't really that bad, since we were just getting cleanings. Dr. Wolfe is an older man, a professional in every sense of the word, and he spent an hour with each of us. When we got back over to Jan's house where we had left Sweetie, we found her relaxing on a quilt on Jan's bed, looking right at home.

Tonight we danced to Bill Haynes again. He called some interesting figures and put us in unfamiliar positions, so it was an enjoyable way to end our square dancing in the Mesa area. We'll be leaving town Friday and have other things to keep us busy the next few days. We were glad to get a chance to see Paul and Dalya and the Perrys again, along with other dancers we've met in the last week.

I soaked in Jan's tub for twenty minutes with the water very hot, and it seemed to help my sore hip. It's definitely getting better every day now.