You all know -- since everyone who reads this blog is either a close personal friend or an immediate member of my immediate family -- that I had a semi-significant birthday last month.
Sixty-five is an inbetween sort of number, but since it has, for lots of years, been associated with "official" retirement it does seem a biggie. But it isn't one of those "O" years that stick out. But...it's a biggie.
I wasn't with my honey for my birthday, though I was with some significant others - Lee and Crissy - fun! But Werner sent a hand-made and thoughtful card with rememberances of our last year. He is, as you know, Werner the artist. Isn't it wonderful?
All I expected was the card since we have everything we need and want and have long agreed that presents are a bit too too.
But silly man gave me a present. It takes up no space, it has no calories, and it's fun. And I have wanted it for a long time.
Dancing lessons!
We're going to Casa Danza. I asked Werner for this when he retired (however long ago that was) but now he's decided the time has come. Last Friday night we went to Casa Danza and tried to learn to dance.
This may take a while. Not as easy as it sounds. "You're moving too fast!" "You're not keeping time!" "Let me lead!" We have lots of room to try this out.
Three months. I hope we make it.
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