Tough Life

Being retired is tough (not!). This morning we did our laundry. While it was in the machines, we took our walk. The weather was beautiful all day. Then we went to the spa for a while.

Tonight we went to Darryl's dance. I usually dance with Jean at this dance, but tonight she had a partner. Woody's wife, Ida, flew to Eureka, CA, to be with her mom, who isn't doing too well. After the first tip, Woody commented that after many years of dancing with Ida, it was difficult to adjust to a new partner: "Her hand isn't in the same place!" (Jean is a bit shorter than Ida...but someone pointed out that her hand is at the end of her wrist, just like Ida's.)

Darryl called some disconnected line/wave calls. We don't hear those often. He also called two split recycles in a row several times, the first from a "normal" position (columns). Since it's a box call, the second one requires reorienting and finding your new box, and we're just not used to hearing split recycle called from parallel waves, so it was a bit disconcerting the first time. After that we didn't have a problem, but lots of squares did.

Steve is having a heart catherization tomorrow, and may possibly have angioplasty and/or a stent placed if they find a need for it. We're hoping that all is well and he'll be in shape to go to Razz-Ma-Tazz with their visitors tomorrow night.


I made butternut squash soup for supper. I had roasted the squash a couple of days ago. We had part in some butternut squash pasta yesterday. Making the soup today was a breeze--the hardest part was chopping the onions. Of course Ken made the salad.